My cousin

It suddenly came to my thought while I was taking a bath. My cousin. She is older than me, about 7 years, the last time I met her was when I was 10 years old. She was so cheerful, and beautiful and kind. She lives in U.S. and we could not communicate well of course, but she kept trying to do that with her a little Japanese, maybe she learned for me.
That was in Taiwan, at my grandparent's house, and I remember that one day, we went to the market in the morning, since morning market in Taiwan is very energetic that is full of curiosity to me, like cutting chicken head off in front of me. When I saw that, I felt excited, but my cousin cried. And after that, I remember my grandpa scolded her about how she felt, like why you don't eat meat while you are American!! But in retrospect, she was quite something different from ordinary people.

It's been a long time since I met her last, I heard about what's going on with her sometimes, she graduated Berkley, majored Philosophy.
And one biggest news shocked me, she became a monk in Buddhism, and I felt like I lost the old my cousin, and became so offensive about the fact, and I said "you can not save the world if you just pray" , at that time, I was nuts.

Now, I regret about that, she is my cousin, and there is a many kinds of lives, you never know where the "dot" connects to, and when and how.
What I think now is that, how can I react to her when I see her again someday, let's think about it again. No change in the feeling that she is my cousin.