Monday, December 11, 2017

“There is nothing more beautiful than someone who goes out of their way to make life beautiful for others.” ― Mandy Hale

I just came across this little piece I wrote about two years ago about how unselfish and loving toward me that Karen was.  It was prophetic and was always true of her.  This refers to when I returned from surgery in Nairobi and Karen was helping with my rehab in February of 2016.  
             “The other night, Karen was helping me with my leg exercises.  We have these big, stretchy elastics that go around my ankle, and I kick first in one direction and then another while lying on the bed.  We have two strengths of elastics, a strong one for my good leg, and a weaker one for the bad ankle.  Karen wraps them around my ankle, steps back and holds them tight while I move my leg against the resistance.  I was facing the opposite wall when I heard the snap of the elastic letting go and then heard the crash of Karen hitting the floor.  She also cracked her head against the wall.  Talk about ‘this will hurt me more than you.’  I was scared and yelled since I couldn’t rush to her, and John came in and helped her back up.  Now when someone in her seventies hits the floor (and her head), you worry.  I called the doctor, but by the time he got here, she was walking, talking, and acting normal (for her).  He checked her over and could find nothing broken or any sign of a concussion.  She was upset over all the fuss, but she did take the pain pills he offered her, then she insisted I continue with my exercises.”

        Karen did so very much for me, ignored her own pain, and saw that I had whatever I needed to heal and recover.  She taught me and John what it means to really love someone.  She loved every child that way and still had contact on Facebook with kids she taught in kindergarten twenty and thirty years ago.  Karen Wiggins, “Mama Africa” loved others unconditionally all her life, touched thousands of lives, and never quit serving others—up to the last day of her life.  She also loved her little Tibetan Terrier, Sissie, who she cuddled and loved all the time and who was never not by her side.  When a Saint that loved you more than life itself is taken from you, you hurt.  You hurt beyond belief.  Please keep John and I in your prayers, we so desperately need them.
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