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Monday, June 17, 2013

Did You Know Kate Warder?


Did you know Kate Warder?  I mean really know her?  She was quite a woman, but could be a little grouchy at times.  Did you know Kate Warder?  Sometimes she could be a little short and blunt with people when she spoke?  She did not hold back; it just was not her style.  Did you know Kate Warder?  If she was displeased with you she could give you a look that went straight through to your bones.  Did you know Kate Warder?  She was very private and could be stubborn, short tempered and moody, but did you really know Kate Warder?  If you did not, I wish you had. 

I first met Kate in 1993, and, quite frankly, it was love at first sight.  We seemed to hit it off from the very beginning; she was always sweet and very kind to me.  She could be all of those things I described above, but it was the softer side of Kate Warder I saw and what most others did, as she hid her pain.  Kate’s health had not been good the last decade of her life.  She suffered the ills diabetes, multiple myeloma and finally a debilitating stroke.

The day before the stroke hit her I got to tell her how much she meant to me.  Something deep within me, perhaps a premonition, told me I needed to tell her.  Kate took the place my mother after my own mother passed away in 1997 and I wanted her to know it, though I think she always did. 

Kate put up a fight the last two weeks of her life, and in the last couple of days she fought for every breath.  Yesterday morning as her life waned it was evident every breath was a struggle.  She surrendered at 10:04 with her husband Joe and The Nancy holding her hands as she crossed from this world to the next.  It was a beautiful moment, but nonetheless a sad one.

Did you know Kate Warder?  Did you see her smile?  Did you ever get hear her laugh?  Did you get to witness how much she loved that guy she called “Dad,” and her own children?  Did you ever see the joy in her eyes as she watched her grandchildren and great-grandchildren?  Did you witness her piety and her love of that little church in Grafton, WV?  I wish you had.  I loved her so much.

Kate will be laid to rest later this week.  To say she will be missed is a huge understatement, so I won’t say it.

And that is all I have to say about that…