Becky was more than my first cousin — she was a big sister to me. From the time I was a little girl up until now, we shared a very special bond. Even through the years of living overseas and growing up as a military-connected child, no distance or time ever changed how close we were. We always remained connected in love and in heart.
She was one of the sweetest people you could ever meet, and there truly was not a stranger she didn’t love. Becky will always be remembered as a loving Christian woman who cherished her family deeply. She dearly loved her brothers, Marion and Connell, and she loved her nieces, nephews, cousins, and everyone blessed to know her.
Her love spilled over into my family as well. She loved my children and grandchildren, and they loved her dearly. Becky had a special kind of love — the kind that made everyone feel seen, welcomed, and cared for.
She shared a very special relationship with my dad, her uncle, who became an uncle to her at just 13 years old. That close connection spilled over into our family and created memories that I will forever treasure.
One of the greatest blessings was being able to witness firsthand the love and care Becky gave to her parents, my aunt and uncle, as their primary caregiver. Watching her serve them with such compassion and dedication inspired me more than she probably ever realized. Because of her example, I was able to provide excellent care for my own mother. Becky taught through her actions, her love, and her selflessness.
As the years passed, we always stayed in touch and checked on one another, and as she grew older, I made it a point to check on her even more. I loved Becky very much, and she knew it. She will be truly missed, but I thank God for blessing me with such a wonderful cousin and lifelong friend. Her love and memory will live on in my heart always.
