I was told yesterday that one of my cousins passed away. She was just a couple of years older than me. Her husband found her in bed the other morning...she didn't wake up. It is very sad.
We were never real close, but close enough that a piece of my heart broke off when I heard of her death. Her mom and my dad were first cousins, so whatever that made us...I always get the cousin line mixed up. Anyway, we use to hang out at the creek when we were young and the whole clan chose to get together. She would come over and play when I was in town visiting my Nanny. She was a part of the traditional family yard sales that took place every summer. She took care of my Nanny when she was sick.
My cousin Kenna had made many wrong choices through her growing up years, yet she was very loved. She new how to love and care for others too. I appreciated that about her. She had turned her life around and was leaving her mark on the hearts of her family and friends. She was way to young to go...
Her funeral is Monday. Unfortunately I will be unable to go. My parents will pass on my love and prayers. But I will be thinking of her and my family. Only God can answer our "whys?" but for whatever reason there may be for her passing quietly from this world at such a young age, I know my Savior is the giver of peace.
Please keep my family in your prayers. She was a wife, mother, grandmother, daughter, sister, cousin and friend.
Kenna, if you can hear me, give my Nanny a big hug for me in heaven, OK?