Hermeneutic and Buddhist Meditations
Chapter Nine: My Treasured Relation
My Treasured Relation
I have always wanted to write about my cousin Shelby, but whenever I try, the words just don’t seem to do justice to my cousin who never grew up. I want to make him live again in this story. But mostly, I would just really like to not cry today.
Shelby was born to my aunt, with too much life ahead of her, and so he was raised by my silent-stoic, gentle grandfather, Dave, and Leona, the asthmatic, arthritic heart-young grandmother, with more love in her than those sick lungs could handle.
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