My cousin Rene is one of my very best friends. She is responsible for taking me out of my deepest depression in 2009 when my beloved Jeannette died. She lives in Tulare, California and drove down here to Fresno and interrupted me from my sleeping in bed everyday all day routine. She insisted on me getting out of bed and into the shower. She cleaned my house, etc. and made a big pot of coffee and when I came out of the shower we sat down to talk. Talking was the best medicine for me. I opened up about everything to her and cried so much. She cried with me. Ever since then, we hang out every other Saturday. I love my cousin so much.
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