Karen Christine Nicholson

Knowing how Bernie loved you makes you familiar, I'm so sorry for the Nicholson family, you're in my prayers

SO long ago but if memory serves I remember all the good times we had at Burger King especially when Karen would whip out her own bottle of sauce from her purse (I forgot what it was) but it always made me laugh and her big blue eyes would twinkle!
The boys were just toddlers (mine and Jeff) and when we bought our house, one became available the next street over and she and Bernie bought it. I remember one winter night we had a house fire and at 2:30AM our dog awakened us. I grabbed my son out of his crib and ran barefooted to Bernie and Karen's. Bernie ran over to our house to help put out the fire while Karen and I waited and worried. I never forgot that night and the help they provided.
I remember Karen's black light poster room, her love of all things piggie and of course her love of family. I remember a giant skillet of pork chops she once made for Bernie (can he really eat all that?), yes, apparently he could.
Those were good times, good memories, great friends.
Rest easy Karen, love and peace to your entire family.
Anna Elwood