Thirty-two years I knew you, Kate. You were one of the best people I ever met. I never heard you say a bad word about anyone. Knowing you made me a better person.
Your door was always opened to any who knocked; there was laughter in abundance. Young people loved to hang out at your home. For many a New Years Eve, you were the last stop at the end of one year and the starting place at the beginning of the next.
A guest never left your home empty-handed. There was always something for a child or grandchild. I still have the small wooden creche you gave to us one year.
You were there for our sacramental celebrations and you stood by praying as my parents lay dying. You were so strong in your own personal pain and suffering and those trials in your life only magnified the amount of love you had to give. In your weakest moments, you were often stronger than I. I'm going to miss you, Kate. I am going to miss knowing that you are out there in the world somewhere.
But, only hours after you passed, a young family here, in our new home in Missouri, had a little baby girl - Sophia. I told her uncle to tell her that there was a brand new angel in heaven the day she was born and she would certainly find her, to watch over her. She will find you, wee Sophia, because she loved babies more than anything else and Jesus will have a special job for her for eternity that will include watching over you.
Love you, my friend,
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