My memories of you are sparse. A rope swing in your back yard when we were young, you helping my mom with the recycling at my little brothers graduation party. It's not fair that my most vivid memory of you will always be when we found out we suddenly weren't going to be able to make any more. I'm sorry I won't be able to make it to your memorial but I can guarantee that I'll pour one out for you at every cousin fest.
Bye Cuz,
Irene
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