Steve, Polly, Becky, Stephanie,
I will always see her, a sprite running, running unfettered and free, with boundless joy and a smile that lit and lights the world, then and now, running free on those playing fields of Deerfield, running free, now forever.
Even if she only touched you for a second you were blessed for life.
How special for you all to have known her so.
Now as skies darken on late Fall afternoons in Western Mass she is there, a ball at her feet. And when winter sends us indoors to the squeak, squeak of basketball on a gym floor, she is there. Always there, always amiling. Katie.