Cara

December 2 1968 - November 20 1994

Many years ago I found these words written on a piece of notebook paper. I was taken back by the title but I was deeply impressed by what she had written. I feel her words will tell you more about who she was than any thing that I could write. She was 15 years old when she wrote these words.

The Human Sacrifice

I say the human sacrifice and many if not all people think it is the killing of someone.
But that is not it's meaning. The human sacrifice is the most beautiful sacrifice next to falling in love. It is the ability to give your complete care and understanding to others everywhere. Just being there when your needed and listening. It does not mean you have to give answers or give anything expensive. But it's just listening and giving your complete attention to what the subject is. Everyone has had a problem or something to say, and we all need a friend, because friendship no matter what age is the best present you can give one another. That is the human sacrifice.

by Cara 2/26/84

one day old

Cara at one year old. Busy, busy, busy. She filled our life with pretend monsters that were always her friends. When she started school and learned how to write, she began to leave notes for me. I would find them by the coffee pot and where I sat. She loved to write. I am putting a few of these little notes in among her pictures. Most were done by the second grade. In the third grade she won a young authors contest in her school.

Cara with her brothers

To Mom
The windy day grows hiy in the sky and flowers blom, like singing tunes and the sun shines hiy.

Playing with Curtis

Clint at 2 years old. Cara teaching him to hold a bat.

Clyde and Cara, deep concentration in a
Sega game.

To you a windy morning has bgon and we don't know how it hapened. But it is cold so ceep your coat on.

SNOW

Snow
is
white
snow
is
pretty
and
sweet
Snow
snow
freeses
your
feet
Cara

The Basketball player

The baseball player

Dear Mom
Love is my heart and my heart loves you. Hope you have a Merry Christmas. I thought I'd just write you a little not.
                   Cara
              your only girl

P.S.    I wrote this because I love you.

Dads
Dad can be your couch on a baseball team or a Dad can be a cook, a very good one. Or a Dad can be a worker at the steamplant. But thers is only one Dad I now that does that and thats my specil Dad.

A proud father

Contact Cara's mom....Netta

I could write thousands of words about Cara, but I tried to keep this Cara's page. I wanted to feel that when you came you would find her reflected here and not me. My thoughts will be on the next page.......
This is CARA'S Page

Clint and Cara

Learning to ski