I didn't know I'd wake one morning to be told my cousin was gone., flown away to rest in Jesus arms. But it happened. My mom knew she needed to be there with her sister so we pack that morn and drove seven + hours to be by their side. I didn't know Abigail well, but she was always there. Part of our family. Part of the love and joy. I didn't know the funeral would be so hard... it was hard. Very hard. I looked down at her still face and tears slid unstoppable down my face. She was gone. My brother hugged asking softly if I was okay. But I couldn't answer. I cried. His fiancee, dear Shayne, flew down to be there with us and sat by my side a quiet support. Then we sung "Jesus Loves Me." I sung the first three words and broke down. Sobbing. Because as the words left my mouth an image of Abi came before my eyes. A memory. I was younger and talking to her. "Jesus loves you," I told her. A pretty smile had spread over her mouth. Yes, she knew and now...