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Katy Walsvik 4/2/2009 11:53:40 AM
Today, I write through tears. The world is a poorer place and I a poorer person because Katy is gone.
If you didn't know Katy, go to her site here. If you knew her only through her poetry, permit me to add to your knowledge. (Although you probably know everything through her works. She was that honest.)
Katy claimed she was five feet tall. It was one of the very few lies she told. But packed into that short stature was a gargantuan personality. She was proud of her Viking heritage and loved Ireland and the Irish. Her long blond braids would quiver in indignation at injustice. Her bright, albeit myopic, blue eyes would laugh and sparkle at the notion that some "bad guy" got their comeuppence.
The sound of a fiddle would start her toe a-tapping until her body had no choice save to dance. Oh, how she loved to dance. Once, at the VFW, I made the mistake of laughing at her.
"What's so damned funny.", she demanded.
I replied, "You are. You've got that mid-Western, corn fed, innocent look when you're elsewhere but here you are with your cigarette, a bottle of Bud and you seem quite at home."
"I'm at home wherever and whatever. Because I'm free!"
Katy is free now. She believed in a Heaven and I hope that she was right. Sometimes we lose touch with those who are meaningful in our lives. Today, I'm angry with myself for having lost touch with Katy and my life is lessened by my lose.
