Wednesday, March 16, 2022
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My sweet cousin, Tara, there is so much to say. You were so loved, by so many, and all who knew you appreciated your down to earth ways. My heart is broken upon learning of this news. You will always be remembered for your kind and compassionate ways. I loved sharing family holidays with you as children and young adults. We never had trouble laughing ourselves into oblivion and finding the humor in the most mundane topics to entertain ourselves for hours. Those days of gathering around the kitchen island at Mill Spring Road are so deeply etched into my soul. Your smile, your laugh, your intelligence and wit made you so easy to be around. While the last decade seems to have flown by with us seeing each other no more than a handful of times, the thought of you will always make me smile. I always thought we’d grow old and somehow get back around someone’s kitchen island reminiscing about the good old days while our future grandkids would run amok. There is no silver-lining here but seeing your kids, is like seeing you, which is the best thought I can muster up right now. We will never forget you and should we ever all find our way around a kitchen island again, we will make sure to raise a glass in your memory. Godspeed Tara. Until we meet again around the kitchen island in the sky.
