My cousin, Margie was the first to leave us from our generation in my family. I was living in San Diego and she passed away quite suddenly (of pneumonia) in 1976. I was 22 years old and working full time while going to school full time. Which made it impossible to go home to Molokai for her funeral. A heart wrenching experience to not have that kind of closure-but a few of us (cousins) had already left the state, so I wasn't alone in this. We are never really alone (the journey makes us one). I always feel 'cheated' when I cannot go home for a family member's funeral.The price one pays for living so far from one's home where they grew up.
Margie wasn't even 29 years old when she passed and left behind an infant girl that my Aunt raised. Margie had such a joy for life. She had a gentle manner about her and always a smile. But, Margie was always ill-her immune system was not very good and I never really knew what it was that made her so sickly all of her life. Frail and thin, yet strength in her heart and smile. Being a younger cousin, I got most of her dresses since I was on the small side too. Which, when you are wearing an older cousin's wardrobe, it gives you a unique sense of connection to that person. I can't describe it. One dress in particular was my favorite. It had long sleeves, was a pink and brown floral print (a tiny print), the sleeves had contrasting white cuffs and a small, white Nehru styled collar. Her mother, my aunt, sewed all of her dresses. I loved that dress. It looked good on me and fit me well. And it made me think of my older cousin.
Her daughter grew up to be a lovely young lady-went off to college in California, graduated, got a job, fell in love (not sure about the order here of the job and marriage), and now is in the process of raising two wonderful young boys. If only Margie were here to watch them grow up!
I wish I had a photo of her. But, I am grateful I have the memory of her. Such a sweet, kind, gentle spirit that she was.
Every weekend throughout the month of October, a group of us actively practice the art of remembering by way of a post. Stop by our host's site, Rebecca. An amazing woman with an amazing heart and soul. From her site, you can visit others who have done a post in regards to the art of remembering-you can see how each of us approach the subject. I think you will find it heartwarming and full of positive, loving energy.