Missy was more than just a cousin to me.  She was my best friend, More like a sister.
   We had many fun times together, even some not so fun. She was always the one who got me to try new things.  Some were not good things and for some reason we always got caught, Mostly by her parents ( Thank goodness).  They were a little more understanding than mine sometimes.  Don't get me wrong, they punished us to the full extent of their power.  Jack and Heidi are like second parents, you know the real cool kind.
   I remember when Missy had a dirtbike. I was scared to ride but not Missy. She liked the excitement.  She just zoomed around the track , Not me, I was afraid to give it to much gas.  I kind of putted around once .  I could hear them laughing as I went.
   Missy and I always wanted to do everything together.  We even got pregnant within weeks of each other.  Again we got to experience another wonderful moment . ( 9 "Wonderful" Months) together .  I think we even tried to see sho could get the fattest. I won't say who won that one.
   I was living in Virginia at the time.  I remeber when mom called and told me she had a bouncing baby boy.  She said congratulations, You are an aunt.  I always felt like  I was a sister to Missy, now I felt like an aunt to her son Joseph.  I had a little girl 3 weeks later. We always tried to keep the kids close hoping they could share the same bond as we did.  We finally realized it was a little harder to get boys and girls to connect that way.  Chelsey and Joseph are very good friends but for some reason they like to argue.  I guess we tried to forget the times we argued.  Thanks to our parents they reminded us of that when they could.  I think that is why we were ( and still are ) so close in our " Adult" life.
   I can hear Missy talking to me right now telling me what I should write. Somethings are better left just between us.
   I have a daughter and a son now. They always thought the world of Missy.  She was always taking them places and getting them toys or what ever she thought they would like.  They even called her Aunt Missy.  There is not a day that goes by that my 3 year old son doesn't ask about her.  He tells me he misses her so much and wants to go to heaven and see her.  I just smile and say "Me Too." We all love Missy so much. It is really hard for me to realize I'll not get to talk to her and my daughter ( who sometimes wished she could live with her ) will not get to "Fix " her hair again, until we join her in heaven.
   She will always be with us in our hearts and out thoughts everyday.
   Missy, We LOVE YOU and MISS YOU VERY MUCH. So until we meet again . Your Loving Cousin, Becky (alf).