We visited almost every summer. She was six weeks older. I remember her best with long hair. I pulled it to keep her awake so she would keep talking after we were supposed to be asleep. I thought she knew. She projected supreme confidence, and I admired that, but I never told her. I thought she knew. She always tried to hide her face when someone pointed a camera at her, but she had the cutest smile. I thought she knew. She was my cousin, and I loved her. I hope she knew. I miss her.
She was only 42.