The Un-Finished Canvas

It is with deep love and respect that I cross this threshold. I am bid to speak of Kate Easton, the late daughter of Rena and Ian Easton. She was twenty years old when she died. Like Rena, she graduated from High School when she was seventeen.

I know there is not a day that goes by that Rena does not think of Kate, and wonder what wonders she would be performing, if, she was alive. When Christine and I lost our beloved Bill Arnold, we did not know how we could go on. Bill was brilliant. He had an I.Q. of 180. He was an Army Brat. His father was a Colonel in the Army and moved his family to many nations. I was Bill’s first friend he made out of the Military.

Bill was an artist, poet, and playwright. He was nineteen when his car was struck by…