Missing Donna

Stumbling upon a video of my cousin Donna that was recorded on my thirtieth birthday was like uncovering a buried treasure. It was seven years before her death and Donna has her usual blah voice that is completely devoid of any feeling, but that lil' smirk at the end is representative of the essence of her goodness. She was in discomfort a lot of the time, both physical and psychologically, but seeing both sides of her captured on film for even the briefest of seconds is an utter jewel.