I can’t really tell you when I first met Rose. I must have been very very little. Even as a kid, under 5, I recognized that Rose was someone who lit up and then took over a room. Her energy showed through her face, and her long hair coupled with the ponchos and cute hats she tended to wear made quite an impression. Whenever we would say hello or goodbye, she’d hold me close and say, “Ohhh, gimme some sugar.” It took me ages to figure out what that meant, I’m not going to lie.
Rose was my grandpa’s cousin, but rather than referring to her as “first cousin twice removed” or whatever the heck the correct terminology would be, my family and I always referred to her, her children, and her grandchildren as cousins. As I came to appreciate Rose more and more, I created my own special name for her – Bubbin, which is a combination of Bubba and cousin. She seemed to like the word pretty well.