My beautiful, independent, witty, and sarcastic cousin from Massachusetts. She finally came out to visit me in Arizona!
I’m going to rehash a tiny portion of our relationship together with this 1987 photo of us playing with Barbie and her friend. I didn’t understand until 6 years ago just why Barbie always, always had an “issue”.
If it wasn’t Barbie’s psychotic, irrational temper . . . it was her head literally popping off during conversations with her friends. Ken turned ballistic a number of times with a BBQ grilling fork always saving the day, in a manner of speaking, as Barbie rounded the corner to find herself in an unpredictable situation at the wrong time. Ken being the bad guy turned good to save her. Cause, yah know, Barbie was attracted to the bad boy persona.
It’s easy to see, now, where Rebecca was going with this. . . into the transformation of a life long career. A twist we never saw coming. Rebecca recently completed her Masters degree in Mental Health Counseling. Suddenly it all makes sense. Not at all the architect I once thought she’d be but now a Crisis Clinician in Springfield Massachusetts. She’s making waves in helping those in need of mental stability. From helping the young and troubled to the old and guilt plagued. Her most recent and aspired position she’s filling is Grant Manager of a Suicide Prevention Grant.
Over the years, I’ve watched her grow into a very strong and beautiful woman. Someone who’s not afraid to stand for what she believes in. Courageous by nature. Mysterious, intelligent, and exceptionally charismatic. She reminds me of Wednesday from the Adams Family. =) And I say that with love.
You’re a rock star Rebecca! And I love yah.