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Leaving Her Mark (Karen Lynn's Obituary, for J.Allen Wilson's Challenge) by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
Posted under stories, because I was a storyteller.
Karla, the StormSpinner, helped me with this, and also took the picture (c) 2007.
Karen Lynn, the Texas Tornado, blew away from this Earth on October 6, 2058, two days after the passing of her twin sister, Karla, the StormSpinner.
She was 99 years old.
Karen Lynn was born in Mansfield, Ohio, in 1959. She moved to Texas in 1999 to be with her twin. In 2010, she moved to Louisiana, to be with the Cajun people and music she loved. Her twin sister moved to Alaska, but they stayed in constant contact and spent many vacations together (alternating locations).
She was a champion for the disabled. Being disabled herself, she felt she was qualified to speak from experience; Karen sought to change the way disabled people were portrayed in society.
She succeeded, admirably.
Being unable to work, she spent all of her time raising awareness through storytelling. When she passed away, she had written over 800,000 stories, many of which were published in bestselling children's books.
Karen loved the Lord, tried to live her best for him. As she was fond of saying, "I am not perfect, but I am forgiven."
Besides writing, she loved singing, and now sings first soprano in Heaven's choir.
She also has learned to dance, since gaining a new healthy body. God delights in her sudden bursts of energy and renewed strength. He smiles as she challenges the angels to races (which she usually wins).
She was preceded in death by her parents, her three sisters and one brother, numerous uncles and aunts, cousins and nieces/nephew.
Her loving pets, Friday, Ouizer and Cajun I, II and III (who also preceded her in death), met her as she crossed into Heaven's gate with ecstatic meows and purrs. They will not be seperated again.
Karen's funeral was one not of sadness, but of joy, because she was ushered into the hands of the Lord. Healthy. Strong. Whole, in body and mind.
Free.
All of her friends at Author's Den were her pallbearers. They came from far and near, to celebrate her life.
All of the disabled people she touched with her words attended as well, as well as those who cared for them. Thanks to Karen's stories, they are accepted, productive members of society; there is no discrimination or hurtful comments.
That's all she wanted to do. Karen shall be missed by all who came in contact with her, through meeting her, or through her stories.
Beautiful! This made me smile... thinking of you running races with the angels. I am sure you make the Lord smile now, being a champion for those who our society often neglects. You have made a profound mark on those who know you.
OMG, Karen, I had to read this twice. It was amazing! Even though I knew in my mind that the obituary was made up, buttt, my heart did not see it that way and I found a tear slowly flowing down my cheek. You have made your mark with me and I for one will never forget the Texas Tornado. I hope you do live to be 99+ so I get to continue reading your wonderful stories. Tell Karla I said she did a wonderful job. I love the picture.
Patricia J Smith
Today, October 7th of the year of the Lord 2058 and approaching my 134th birthday (and still writing will you believe it?) read in the papers about our little Karla which will be no so little among the giant up there, Goethe watch our!
As a morbid challenge exercise, I hope the culprits can sleep at night, because I am sure this one has giving a few the willies.
To be remembered as a champion for those with physical challenges/disabilities is to know that you followed His word. Your reception in heaven will truly be a day for celebration!
It was an honor helping you pen your obituary. But you better not ask me to do this for a long, long, LONG time. LOL I'd like you to stick around, kid. :) For a long, long, LONG time. I hope and pray your words bring acceptance to disabled people and enlarge our world with love. You're well on your way: congratulations.
(((((HUGS))))) and love, your twinkliers, Karla, the StormSpinner
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