I think she was my fifth grade math teacher at Mt. St. Joseph's. I am having a hard time remembering exactly what capacity she held. I remember that she was one of the teachers who wouldn't let you get away with messing around. She may not have touched my life much, but she certainly touched a few others.
I guess I am jaded by living in a city with hundreds of murders a year, so when the Buffalo News reports 50 or so murders is a problem, I have a hard time believing it. But, every one of those is sad and senseless and Sister Karen's passing even more so.
What an extraordinary woman she was. The rest of us can only hope someone has something half as nice to say about us when we are gone.
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