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I found these words written on a piece of paper many years ago. I was taken back by the title, but was deeply impressed by what she had said. I think what she had written that day will tell you more about Cara then any words that I could write. She was 15 years old when she wrote this. |
THE HUMAN SACRIFICE I say the human sacrifice and many people think it is the killing of someone. But that is not it's meaning. The human sacrifice is the most beautiful sacrifice next to falling in love. It's the ability to give your complete care and understanding to others everywhere. Just being there when your needed and listening. It doesn't mean you have to give anything expensive in return. But its just listening and giving your complete attention to what the subject is. Everyone has had a problem or something to say, and we all need a friend. Because friendship no matter what age is the best present you can give one another. That is the Human Sacrifice. by Cara....... 2-26-84 |
Cara and her brothers |
Cara in Sports |
To you a windy morning has bgon and we don't now how it hapened but it is cold so ceep your coat on |
To Mom The windy day grows hiy in the sky and flowers blom like singing tunes and sun shines hiy. |
Mothers Mothers are so nice and sometimes they seem mean but they love you. My mom is a specil sort of mom who cares for me and loves me and just plain bes my mom. And I'm glad. To my specil Mom |
Dear Mom Love is in my heart and my heart loves you. Hope you have a merry christmas. I thought I'de just write you a little not. Love Cara your only girl P.S. I wrote this because I love you. |
SNOW Snow is wite snow is ice snow is pretty and sweet snow snow freeses your feet Cara |
Learning to ski |
Dads Dad can be your couch on a baseball team. Or a dad can be a cook a very good one. Or a dad can be a worker at the steam plant. But thers only one dad I now that does that and thats my specil dad. |
I could write a thousand words about Cara but I wanted this page to only reflect who she was. It is not a page about me. You will find what I think and feel on the next page. This is Cara's page. Netta |
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Busy, busy, busy, she was always on the run. She filled our lives with Joy and activities, and her pretend Monstors. They were always her friends. When she started school and learned to write, she wrote little notes to me. I would find them by the coffee pot, or the chair where I sat to watch TV. I am putting some of these notes in here. In the third grade she won a young author's contest at school. All of these were written in by the third grade. |
Clyde and Cara~~ deep concentration in a Sega Game |
Teaching 2year old Clint to hold a bat |
Playing with Curtis |
Clint and Cara |
A Proud Father |
My Cara ~~ Cara's Story |
