KASE STUDY 

By Tessa Harvey


    Belle tossed and turned in the small guest bedroom. The funeral had been harrowing. The children had all cried, almost inconsolable and her son was visibly upset. 
    The minister had spoken warmly of the faith her husband had maintained through all manner of difficulties, including war. He had quoted Kase when he had once remarked: "My life is a Kase study for God!" One or two friends had smiled, but she remembered how he had suffered - the trauma of war in desperate nightmares, the agony of a broken shoulder, when he had slipped, felling a dead tree, his immense love for her, for his family, for his God, his work and his dog far more faithful than his own flesh and blood.
    No, she could not forgive. If it made her hard and bitter, still she would not forgive her son and his wife.
    They had hurt her husband physically and emotionally, alienated his grandchildren and severely damaged their special dream home.
    No, there would be no forgiveness. Never!

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