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Memories of Kay 1948-1964

Lois and I posted a memorial picture and poem about Kay in today's LDR in case you get a chance to see it. I had to tweak it a little bit and shortened it a lot to make it fill the newspaper spot, but here is the poem in its entirety:
It seems like only yesterday,
That day you went away.
But 50 years have passed since then
And we’ve missed you every day.
Your pretty smile with the bluest eyes
We never will forget,
We know God had a plan and so
We trust His wisdom, yet
The memories come and linger on,
Like a slide show in my mind.
Though you were with us only 16 years.
The video frames unwind….
The games we played on Wood Street
Hitting hedge apples with a stick,
Lighting firecrackers under a tin can
And running away so quick.
Practicing our songs around the old piano
Sibling harmony so sweet,
So we would have a “special” to share each Sunday
In the church on Taylor Street..
The night your boyfriend smashed an egg
Between his palms, but then
It broke although he said it wouldn’t.
The egg round the room did spin
Until it hit the kitchen wall
Where the wallpaper so newly hung
Absorbed the egg and left a spot;
We all knew we were “done”.
But Mom forgave you anyway
Although Lois and I both knew
‘Twas only because you were the baby
Of our little family crew.
There was no doubt you’d have a leading role
When Milan and I were wed
And you were the prettiest maid of honor
As down the aisle you led.
Beautifully dressed in autumn gold
With bronze mums in your hand.
How could we have known that one year later
Your casket there would stand
Where we had pledged our wedding vows,
We now told you goodbye
I placed my hand on your hand
While tears filled my eyes.
November comes and I think of you
And the day you went away
And February 19 arrives each year
And always a special day.
I was too young then to remember your birth
But I remember the years of your living
And I know some day I will see you again
At a sisters’ reunion in heaven.

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