Myisha was my first cousin and my first friend. Our relationship was special and unique. We were both maternal and paternal cousins, and we both grew up with four brothers.
She was three years older than me and was the best big cousin I could ever have.
She took me everywhere she went. When she had, I had. We spent our summers together going to Chesapeake Seafood, where she’d stuff extra food in her bags; going to the movies on Capitol Hill and Minnesota Avenue; riding the bus and train all over the city; walking the neighborhood playing music from the big boombox her Grandma Elaine got her; and taking family trips to the beach, Kings Dominion, and New York to see the Rockettes, along with cookouts, reunions, and other family gatherings.
Myisha was a people magnet. People loved her and she loved people. Most people thought we were sisters, and I rode her coattails and benefited from all the love she received.
Back then, I needed Myisha, and God knew it. She gave me freedom, laughter, and love.
Myisha was not shy about sharing her feelings. She expressed her love for me every time we spoke, texted, and posted it all over social media. One of the things that comforts me during this time of grief is knowing that I told her how much she meant to me, then and now.
I will miss Myisha with my whole heart for the rest of my life.
Rest well, dear one. I love you.
Your favorite cousin/sister/friend,
Keita