That's what Aly said this morning when I tearfully told the girls that my beautiful cousin was gone. When we visited in Orlando, Karen was self-conscious about her sparse hair. She put cute little clips in the front and said she wanted to grow it again. And that's the first thing that Aly said, "now her hair will be long again." Yes it will. Long and blowing in the wind.
When I wrote yesterday's post, I really thought we had a little more time. I didn't know it would be only hours. So now I cry not only because of the utter sadness of the whole ordeal, but for her husband and daughter, her sisters and nieces and nephew, and my poor aunt. For her I pray the most, for strength, because how do you bury your child? People say God has a reason for these things, well I hope he screams it at me soon, because I see no reason.
So now we go to Georgia. The last time I was there was for her wedding, now I go for her funeral. And I will stand with my 2 sisters and my 5 cousins and remember happier times, like Christmas Eve and Nanny and Pop's and laughing and fooling around.
There used to be 9 of us, now we are 8.
Now she is re-united with her father, and all her grandparents. Selfishly, I wish you weren't, not yet.
Good-bye dear Karen.
Blue moon
16 years ago
