I Wish I Were Not Writing This

By Bill Buchanan

Several years ago my cousin, Kathy, who was dying of cancer, called to slap me in the face with that news, and then made a request.­ After hitting me with the blow that she had terminal cancer, she asked me to write something for her funeral­ I blubbered to her through my tears that I would. Kathy always liked being in control, and was no different when she got sick. She not only wanted me to write the piece, but she also gave me the subject.­ She said she wanted it called “Alabama Cousins,” in honor of all the cousins on my mother’s

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