My Cousin Robert, When I see your face in an obituary, it hits differently. I never thought I’d be here. You were my first best friend. We were as thick as thieves when we were kids up until you moved to Houston. I look at these dates October 23, 1960 - September 9, 2025, and realize the most important and meaningful part is the dash. It was in that dash that we played together, jumped off the big swings, watched TV, laughed until we cried, washed dishes, went to church, ate, talked, played Sorry, sang, prayed, danced, went to jazz clubs, and enjoyed family gatherings together. It was in that dash, that you loved me like a sister, confided in me, prayed for me and encouraged me. It was in that dash that you loved me unconditionally even at a distance. And I realize how short that dash actually is. I wasn’t ready to lose my cousin. I cannot say goodbye. But thank you for all the wonderful memories we shared in that dash. Give Mama Dot a hug for me. Until we meet again. I love you. Your cousin, Tisha