IN MEMORY OF KAREN
To a dear friend who I miss.
So many Mondays at Bradley Gardens and potato soup.
So many talks on the phone.
So many times you were there when I needed someone to talk to.
So many times you helped me when I was so sick.
So many times of enjoying the countryside, riding and talking just to get out of the house.
So many times you encouraged me to go when I was to sick or so I though, but went anyway.
So many times you understood what the chemo was doing to me, even though you have not gone through it yourself.
So many times you stopped by to see how I was doing.
So many times you made something special for John or me for no reason.
So many times you taught me so much.
How can this be that cancer got you instead of me.