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She sat in the chair

While my distant stare

Said I was mulling her story in my mind



A small lump at twenty nine

Which had grown in time

All had prayed it was benign

But it wasn’t



They had broken her in half that year

And as she told me her story without a tear

I felt I was looking at one of the bravest souls I’d ever see



She had smiled all the while

And like a child

I wanted to cry, hide, pray

And then she looked at me and said

“Ok, can you teach me to play”?



Time passed and our lessons had ceased

For the treatments and cancer had made us retreat

And each day that went by, the news wasn’t good

If only something to do, wished I could

But I simply… couldn’t



As I saw the email heading

I immediately knew

That Kara’s suffering in this life was through,

But I’ll always remember, her words that day,

“Hey Dennis, Can you teach me to play”?





This the email I received this am from her Father:



Dear Dennis,



Kara passed last night at 10:30 PM. There will be more later.



Thanks for making our last year together special, Grant.