Dec 2, 2021
5 min read
My Cousin Died At 8 And She Saved My Life
My cousin, Marsha, died on March 2, 1983. I was six years old and I can still hear her laugh, 39 years later. Her life was far from easy, but she was so happy and content. I never saw her cry or complain about the endless medical procedures she endured. She was so full of love and acceptance, especially for me.
Marsha had a rare neurological disorder. It was so rare; they named it after her…
