Rose and I grew up together as first cousins. The best times I remember with Rose, her brother Larry and her brother Steve were when they, my brothers and I all stayed at Grandma's house together for the weekends in the summers. Playing upstairs. Using that antique pedal sewing machine in one of the upstairs rooms that no one ever used. Just playing. Old dusty country roads on hot summer days that we walked on and stirred up their power-fine dust with our bare feet. Building forts in the barn from hay bales, storing up corncobs as our ammunition and then all of us throwing them at each other in our corncob battles from our haybale forts. What a childhood we shared together. I was blessed to be able to experience all this and more with Rose. So many good memories. Sad that she is gone from here now, but I know that Jesus will take good care of her until we see each other again.