My cousin Natisha Henderson was born 4 years after me so I don’t recall a world where she didn’t inhabit it. She’s been like a sister to me and over the years we’ve even fought like sisters. When I think of Tisha I think of her ability to relate to any person she’s talking to within any environment. I’ve seen people at the various jobs she’s worked at over the years take a liking to her and praise her work ethic. When we worked together she was the most tedious organized person I knew and remains that way today.
One of the many funniest memories I have is of a time we were at the doctors for Tisha. We were really young but I remember the nurse came into the waiting room and asked for Natalie Hernandez. We sat there in silence waiting for Natalie to get up and go. It finally dawned on my aunt that she meant Natisha Henderson. It’s an honest mistake but for some reason more than 35 years later we still laugh about it. So much so that on occasion I call Tisha, Natalie Hernandez.
My cousin has a good heart and like everyone in my family a funny bone. Today on this 6th day of Black History Month I honor my cousin, my sister, my friend Natisha Henderson.
One of the many funniest memories I have is of a time we were at the doctors for Tisha. We were really young but I remember the nurse came into the waiting room and asked for Natalie Hernandez. We sat there in silence waiting for Natalie to get up and go. It finally dawned on my aunt that she meant Natisha Henderson. It’s an honest mistake but for some reason more than 35 years later we still laugh about it. So much so that on occasion I call Tisha, Natalie Hernandez.
My cousin has a good heart and like everyone in my family a funny bone. Today on this 6th day of Black History Month I honor my cousin, my sister, my friend Natisha Henderson.
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