My cousin Janie died today. She had a hard life. It is sad. She was a few years younger than my mom, only about 60.
Truth to tell, though I am sad I won’t miss her. I just feel sorry that she died relatively young and that her life was so hard.
I get sad when I think about old times with her. A long time ago, probably over 35 years ago, my parents and I would go over to her house, sit around her kitchen table, and play Uno with her and her husband. We laughed and laughed…it was totally silly. Those were fun times.
Then a few years later, Janie divorced her husband (he was abusive). She started living a hard life…she was doing drugs. My mom kind of looked out for her and her kids so I’d see Janie from time to time. I do owe Janie a debt of gratitude. She told me all about drugs and what they do to you. She didn’t talk down to me, she didn’t say not to do drugs, she even made it sound kind of fun…she was totally honest. Because of that one frank discussion with her, I decided not to ever get involved with drugs.
These are my good memories of her.
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