My Bonnie
My Bonnie Since the day I was born and you ran home from school to see me you were there— not just a cousin, but my built-in best friend, my safe place, my forever person. Our bond has been inseparable ever since. Our times spent collecting memories like treasures— late-night talks, sharing words of wisdom, Always such fun spirit to be around. laughter that echoed through rooms you lit up just by walking in. You were kindness wrapped in grace. The light of every gathering. Your smile could soften any storm. Your dancing— oh, how you danced— with joy that spilled into everyone around you. Everyone you came across you loved without judgment and always brightened their day. Your time spent on this earth had so much purpose. A loving Daughter, Sister, Aunt, Cousin, friend and Most of all a Mother. Twenty-seven years shaping young hearts. A teacher in every sense of the word. Loved by so many. Carried in so many souls. And in mine most of all. You were such a role model to me in so many ways I can't even begin to list. Fifty-six is far too soon for Heaven to call someone home. ALS tried to quiet your voice, tried to still your steps, tried to take the rhythm from your body— but it never touched your strength. I watched you lose the things that made up movement and sound, and yet you never lost who you were. Strong. Faithful. Radiant. I miss your voice the most— the comfort in it, the laughter in it, the way you would call my name. And the moments of singing at the top of your lungs like you were the main star of the show because you were Bonnie you were the star of our world. You held me through my hardest times, and when the roles reversed, I stayed with you— through long evenings and whispered prayers— just to make sure you made it to morning. The way you always would do for me. We were supposed to grow old together. To carry this family side by side through everything together. It was supposed to be me and you. Instead, I held your hand as sunlight poured through the window, so bright it almost felt holy. At 1:43, your heart stilled— and somehow the world kept turning. One. Four. Three. The last message you could send us. I love you. I will always love you Bonnie. You left this earth in light, and I know that wasn’t by accident. Now you are my angel— still beside me, just on the other side of the veil. The bond we shared is and will always be so special and dear to my heart. I will forever miss you. I wish there was more I could have done. But you are at peace now. Im sure you already dancing in heaven in a soul train line, playing softball, doing karate, just simply talking your daily walks through the park again. I hope your doing it all. One day we will be together again singing in our hair brushes to Whitney Until I see you again, Watch over us all Shine the way you always did. And Wait for me in the light. 1:43. Forever. 🤍
