My cousin died yesterday, and I’m feeling so sad.
Deanna’s dad and my dad were first cousins, and we grew up together as neighbors on the family farm. In the 60s and 70s doors weren’t locked … we freely walked into each others’ homes any time of the day or night. I remember the night I woke up to Deanna standing right next to my bed, excitedly telling me that Candy had her colt – Tracy had driven in and saw them in his headlights and sent her right over to let us know.
Our front yard playground was wide, flat, fertile Iowa farm ground. We literally had miles of field roads to walk, ride bikes or to ride horses without any concern for traffic. Our back yard was the beautiful Loess Hills where we could hike and play and believe we were in the wild west of long ago.
We rode the bus every morning and every night together – an hour each way. When we were a little older my grandma Dorothy and her sister, Hazel, treated us to “a girls’ week” at their place on Lake Okoboji – Deanna, my sister Stacy, our cousin Teresa, and me. We swam and jumped on trampolines and roller skated and went to the Fun House; an entire week of heaven on earth.
Birthdays and holidays were often spent at each others’ homes; we sledded and had bonfires and cook-outs.
It was a wonderful way to grow up, and Deanna was like a sister. We grew up and grew apart and had not seen each other in far too many years. She died suddenly and unexpectedly at the age of 48 like her dad and his mom had died. I guess it’s not a bad way to go; but it’s such a shock for everyone she leaves behind.
Rest in peace Deanna; I will always remember your quick smile and I am grateful for the many ways you blessed my life.
Eternal rest, grant unto them her, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her