My condolences to my cousin Ginger’s family. I first met Ginger when she and I were eight or nine years old, in Minnesota. I remember that she and I had such a strong connection. I remember visiting her at her family’s lake house, going out at night to the outhouse together, afraid of bears. Ginger reconnected with me through Facebook and I and my son visited her in Kentucky. She told me so many stories about my grandmother. She was a beautiful, kind and loving person, and when I visited, I once again felt a strong connection. We mainly stayed in touch on Facebook. I loved her very much.
