I miss....

My cousin Beverly. She was more like my sister. Full of life and love, but troubled by schizophrenia. She committed suicide when I was 20 and left behind 2 young children. I want to sing "Rocky Top" with her again. She taught me two songs on the guitar that I can still play, and have taught one to my son. She loved me. Not because I was important. I was just 11 when she came to stay. Not because I was witty, pretty or smart. I certainly wasn't pretty or witty. She just loved me. If I could ask her a question, it would be "Can you come with me on a road trip?"