How Karen became my big sister.

Karen was a pillar of strength and determination right to the end, passing peacefully while surrounded in love. She was independent and tenacious, always ready to extend hospitality and help to others. To Karen, everyone mattered. She always looked for the positives in people and held to the belief there was no limit to one's capabilities. Karen saw the good in me and she became my mentor, as she'd been with students. With her experience, knowledge, encouragement and understanding, Karen guided me through some difficult times and I'll be forever grateful but more so, she encouraged what was within. She knew the things I was capable of, often before I did. She had exceptional insight and with her by my side I grew in many positive ways. Karen believed that humankind actually meant, kind human. Karen loved to laugh and she enjoyed immersing herself in a good book, often snuggled in her chair on a winter's day while an array of birds landed by the window. That became her sanctuary and I was lucky - I was often invited in. We'd sip tea in the turtle mugs and visit by the fire. Karen came into our lives forty years ago, always greeting me with, "Hey, Jojo". She knew it would make me smile. It always did. There are people who have little idea how wonderful they are and just wander around making the world a better place. Karen was one. As I move forward, I carry her in my heart. I know she is always with me. "People who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do." Jack Kerouac. I think everyone who knew Karen could say she changed their world. She sure changed mine. Thank you, Karen. ♥️