I recently heard that a cousin I grew up with has passed away rather unexpectedly. She was only 45 years old, only a few years older than I am.
The last time I saw her was when I was around 16 or 17, which is a long time ago just before I returned to England. I can remember my cousin being full of life and having a radiant smile. She was so beautiful. That's how I like to remember her.
I know when someone dies, people tend to think about how we're all mortals with one foot in the grave. Actually, I've been thinking about my immortality and what it means to have life.
For me, life is being able to know myself as Love and follow what I set out to achieve. Death is not knowing who I am. Death is not being true to myself. Death is not realising that I am life.
So I wish you cousin, Baby, love and happiness, wherever you find yourself. Know that although we appear to be apart, we are always one in Love.
All my love to all the family.
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