Kathrine Edith (Huck) Pfarr

We all know the cycle of life. We are born, we live and we die. People get plots of land to rest eternally; often they think to make a place for loved ones to remember them. This lasts maybe three generations, and then, slowly the images fade and a rock remains on an unused piece of land. I will not have this happen. I want my mother to be known by millions, and never be forgotten. The net is her final resting place. Here she will live forever.

The pages that follow are intended to be a trip. Once you decide to start, I would rather you do not stop, do not go back, but follow the story to the end. I want you to meet my mother, learn of her rich life, and as with all things, commemorate her eventual passing. Perhaps she will touch you as she has me, and maybe leave a mark. Tell others of her, for as long as the memory remains, she shall live.