ABSTRACT
I’ve known Karen since I was 11 years old. She was one of the first
people I met when my family moved to Agincourt, a small suburb in
what is now the city of Toronto. Karen was a part of my social circle
through high school and into my early twenties. The first one of
our group to marry and have children, she experienced everything
“adult” before the rest of us. I remember her as a happy and helpful
friend, who was always willing to lend a hand to anyone in need.
She also seemed to know from an early age the importance of being
inclusive, making time for the underdogs-the kids in our class
who seemed different from the others. Never one to make fun of or
tease others, my memory of Karen was of a very gentle person who
stayed out of all the “drama” of teenage years. She was a wonderful
part of the fabric of my early life.
