How to
sum up the words and feelings that have lodged themselves tightly in my throat-
you were love embodied Kathy. You scooped up so many people and helped us find
our feet and worth, even if we could drive you crazy on occasion. For me, you
were a second mother. For over a decade
through the silly squabbles Alex and I have had that really don't seem very
important anymore and my foolishly stubborn teenage years you were there. You
showed me the world and you weren't afraid to tell me when I was making bad
decisions. Later, you were one of the first to grant my husband a chance when
he turned himself around. Then when my children arrived, you immediately
welcomed them into your adoptive family. It really put a smile on my face when
my daughter called you Mom. I owe you so much, and I'm never going to be able to
make my missteps right. In the hospital last night it was unreal when the news
came. How can so bright a star be gone? Someone so vibrant and unique? Who am I going to call when I see an awesome
deal on Starwars memorabilia or My Little Pony/Hello Kitty stuff? How did the world not end when you left? When
I got the call I hoped and prayed it would be a waste of gas- that Sam and Gene
would give me their exasperated looks and you would call me silly over getting
so worried over a scrape. But you weren't there. I tried to fill in as I could,
I swear I did Mom. I tried my best to keep Alex grounded, and give a few smiles
or laughs where I could. I'm sure you would have done much better.
But
that was then, and this is now. And now the focus has to be on healing. So much
damage occurred last night, I never got to visit Sam. And Gene still needs
surgery for his arm. I love you Kathy, please keep my father company till my
time comes. I know he loved your discussions. I promise you I will keep trying.
