Many different streams of thought brought me to think
about my cousin, A. She was a older than me, and I just thought she was wonderful.
As a teenager, she always took extra time for me, French braided my hair,
entertained me. Most of my cousins were good to me, too, but I didn't get to
see A that much. I remember we went up to stay with her grandparents for her
uncle's wedding, and she made sure I had a good time. I remember Julian
Lennon was in heavy rotation on MTV at the time, and A was just crazy about him—maybe
she even said he was ‘dreamy’. But she could say it with complete sincerity,
such a sweet person. And of course, I was his fan, too. She took good care of
her little brother and seemed so loved--which is why I never understood how
things went so awry. I still don’t. Drugs? It’s not an explanation. We lost her
long before we actually did. Tragic, I guess that’s what it means. Now, her little brother takes great care of
her little guy. And so it is with loss. We never really know what is going on
in people’s heads. And in the
end, we’re left to try to understand.
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