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Mary Kate McCaw

Middletown, New York

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Walden, NY Mary Kate McCaw of Walden, NY, loving wife, equestrienne, best friend and partner, passed on September 18, 2008, at home after a year long illness. She was 40. The daughter of William T. and Jane Grimley McCaw, she was born June 8, 1968 in Cornwall NY. She is survived by her...

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Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
Sixteen years ago we said those words. And then said "I do". For nearly fifteen years we believed and lived by those words. Today, again, I said those words. I...

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails."
Sixteen years ago we said those words. And then said "I do". For nearly fifteen years we believed and lived by those words. Today I said those words again. I...

It's been over a year, My Love. A year, 9 days and a little over 12 hours since you left this world...and every day brings me closer to you. I mark the days differently than the almanacs. Wednesday will always be the last night we spent together. Thursday will always be the day you crossed the bridge. I will cross that bridge too someday, we will meet again, and Love eternally.

A year has gone by and we still think of you every day and miss you. We know you are in a better place and watching over us. Until we meet again.....
Love, Judy & Robin

My Dearest Love,
In Heaven you ride horses,and take care of the flowers. So says my friend's 2 year old girl who thinks of you and smiles.
I miss your presence, and your kindness. Your birthday here has passed, but I suppose birthdays are no matter in Paradise.
I never dreamed that I'd be loved by somebody like you...I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.
Nine months, and my heart still bleeds memories. I wait patiently. I know a love like ours is forever....

Mary Kate was a mentor and a role model to me in so many ways. She looked out for me my whole life and gave me opportunities I would not have had otherwise. She had the most biting humor of anyone I've ever met and I bet she could have made the Pope laugh. I have a collection of "Mary Kate-isms" that I use to keep a bit of her with me always. I was once told by someone very close to her that I reminded him of her. It was the nicest compliment I've ever received. Mary Kate taught me so...

My Sweet Love,
It's six months since you went Home to Paradise. Each day, every hour, every minute, my heart breaks still, anew. I mourn the loss of You in this world, but I know, and am made fulfilled by knowing, that You are in The Peaceful Place, surrounded by perfection, in the bosom of The Lord. My simple constant prayer...that someday we will be together again. I know, beyond doubt, that our Love is Eternal.

Oh Paul. I just received your letter and I am just so saddened and stunned. I feel crushed and can't begin to imagine how you are dealing with this. While it has been so long since seeing both of you, the memories are great and the memories go deep. I am blessed to have called her and you my friend. Living in Saratoga has always reminded me of Mary Kate and will continue to do so. She sure loved her horses. Our memories are a gift to me. Love, Jane Murphy McKiernan

We bring beauty with us into this world, as we bring innocence, and the ugliness that we take with us when we leave is what we've made of ourselves, instead of what we should have made. Mary Kate went to Paradise with no ugliness at all. Only the Spirit leaves this world; and hers was without stain or scar, as innocent at departure as it had been upon arrival...