Recently, I learned through DNA that I had a cousin named Pat Shinn. Pat lived in Florida with her daughter Cheryl and other relatives. We go acquainted by mail and Pat wished that I was the brother that she never had (her twin brother died close to birth.) I was pleased to grant her wish and become her putative brother Joe. We had a nice correspondence going on until last week when she passed away because of diabetes complications. This was very sad and a "worse time" for me... but also a "best time" because I had gotten to know a sweet "sister" I didn't know I had... even though it was for a short time.
Rescquiat in pacem, dear sister.
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