Katy's Happenings....

                                                              Ghosts for Sale      Scott, the real estate agent turned the key but the door would not budge. He tried again and pushed the door with his shoulder and it came open right away. Scott tripped over his shoes as the door opened. He looked down and noticed his shoes were untied. He bent down and tied his shoes and shook his head. He whispered “Stacy, I know that was you! Stop it!” He ran and caught up with Chloe in the house. Chloe was looking for a bigger home for her family since they had just moved to a new city for her job. She looked around the house. There was an eerie feeling about the place. She was getting chills yet the air conditioner was off. Scott showed the house to Chloe. “This is a very roomy house for a family; three bedrooms, two baths and a basement. It has a big backyard and a wonderful wrap-around porch. It is an old Victorian house but has been refinished with modern appliances. “He

I found this poem that Kristina wrote in high school. It is written to our daughter Jessica. Jessica passed away in 2001 from a brain tumor. Kristina wrote this poem in 2008.                                                        Dear You                                                                                                      You who!                                                     You who!                                                     Yes you,                                             do you remember me?                      It's been half a decade since we've seen each other,                      but you have been with me every step of the way.                      I have looked up to you for advice and support.                        I have needed you and mostly missed you.                     My memories aren't as clear as they once were.                       Maybe that is why I'm writing you.                          I do