Broken-hearted, Charlie sat at the computer trying to find the words to describe her. She was lively, wild, and carefree – but no more. Everything he loved about her was gone. Everything he wished would never happen, happened. And in his head the vision of who she was stood in front of him, but he couldn’t put her into words. To write her out was to put her beauty in a cage. And she was a free spirit. She would never be caged. But things were different now.
“Katherine - otherwise known as "Kath". Age 20. Her favorite thing to do was dance to “We Are Young” by Fun in the kitchen when it was snowing out. She loved going on picnics in the summer. She picked the most obscure places – the middle of a crowded dock at the beach, the bed of a stranger’s truck, the roof of her house. She couldn’t eat popsicles unless she was wearing socks, and her ponytail always ended up on the side of her head instead of the back. She liked to lay on the couch with her feet up over the side. He bit her lip when she was nervous and twirled her hair when she was thinking hard about something. She blurted out the punch line of every joke she knew because she was too excited to hold it in until the end. And on Sundays she stayed in bed until two in the afternoon. “
Charlie re-read the words he’d written and frowned. It wasn’t the normal obituary, and surely it was to stand out among the rest. But then again, Katherine stood out too.
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