She has brushed the dirt off of her shoulder since she was a child. I remember her getting hit in the head with a rock by some kid in the neighborhood and although she writhed in pain she never allowed the permanent scar to deter her later in life or lead her down a path of self loathing. I’ve never really heard her complain about anything without making a change that removed that complaint from her life. She’s not a dweller and that’s to be admired.
My cousin is an integral part of our family. We were raised in the same house and we live together today. She is my sister and my friend and I couldn’t fathom a world without her. Today I honor her during Black History Month and pray that God continues to allow strength to permeate throughout her veins.