Today I remember my cousin Gina, a life that was far too often misunderstood, yet deeply meaningful. Gina carried a lifetime of burdens that few could see, and though her struggles sometimes shaped how the world perceived her, they never erased the truth of who she was: gentle, kind, and loving at her core.

Beneath the rough edges was a spirit that wanted connection, healing, and love. She endured more than her share of pain, but even through it, she touched lives, leaving behind quiet imprints of compassion, laughter, and care. Her life mattered. Her presence mattered. And those who truly saw her will carry that truth forward.

Rest peacefully, my sweet cousin, Gina. You were more than the weight you carried. You were light, and you will not be forgotten, I promise you.