Kitsy organizing her employees to each throw in 2 hours of vacation for their co-worker, who already exhausted her paid sick and vacation time in care of her cancer-ridden partner.
Kitsy knowing the words to any Beatles' song ever written.
Kitsy with love beyond love, compassion for ever, for her former abusive boss, who ended up homeless.
Kitsy in deep abiding pride at her childrens' college degrees.
Kitsy driving her housekeepers around to Social Security, garage sales, anywhere they needed to be, so they didn't have to walk or take the bus.
Kitsy working the night shift so she could personally greet the guests when they came in.
Kitsy and her swear jar. It was always full to the brim.
Kitsy with handsful of thank you notes from children of guests.
Kitsy and the Christmas parties she used to throw for her employees; she'd call me up to scam free stuff for them.
Kitsy treating the people in my office with honor and respect and being universally loved and acclaimed here.
Kitsy and hard times; she never once gave into despair.
Kitsy when she got to go to Ireland with her family.
for Mary Kristine
Give us, Lord, a bit o sun,
A bit o work and a bit o fun,
Give us in all the struggle and sputter,
Our daily bread and a bit o butter.
Give us health our keep to make
And a bit to spare for other's sake.
Give us, too, a bit of song
And a tale and a book to help us along.
Give us, Lord, a chance to be
Our goodly best, brave, wise and free,
Our goodly best for ourselves and others
Till all men learn to live as brothers.
--Old Irish Prayer
I'll remember you; you remember me.
The 'Kan EWA