While I was in North Carolina this weekend, I learned that my cousin Abby died unexpectedly from complications from a surgery she'd had back in January.
Abby is a year younger than me.
We were close growing up.
I hadn't seen her in several years, but was planning(?) to visit her and her husband Jeremy in Arizona "one of these days."
Abby stands out as a sweet woman, with many qualities I wish I had...
Abby had some terrible struggles. She dealt with them openly and with vulnerability. Her strength and courage were hard-won and beautiful on her.
I spent tonight looking for glimpses of her through old photo albums. None of my pictures came close to capturing what she is like, what she meant to me.
I know my grief is tiny compared with that of Jeremy and her siblings and parents - but oh, Abby, how I will miss you.