My fondest memory of Kath was in Treban (France) around 2002. I’d been regularly visiting her beautiful old farm house since Michelle, James, Sam and Lucy came exploding into our lives. On this particular occasion me and dad stayed up late one night drinking numerous bottles of French wine. Kath had made us to promise we’d turn off the lights before we went to bed. Dad in fact turned off all the electricity (at the fuse box) and we slept like babies only to wake up to a rather agitated Kath who was slightly unimpressed that her fridge/freezer had defrosted. My other fond memory was when I managed to cut open my finger on ‘the’ infamous table saw one afternoon when working with my dad. Kath cleaned and dressed my finger and for the first time I got an insight into her career as a nurse and carer. In those years she was always laughing, definitely making other people laugh, being clumsy, over-cooking dinner, and of course doting on Mike when he was with us and in good health. Getting old is cruel and losing a loved one and being left behind after decades of companionship is a bitter truth that never got easier for Kath. I like to think that in her final few years living with dad and Michelle she would have felt safe, seen, heard and supported. I hope she’s back with Mike somewhere in the ether - keeping up appearances and still making people laugh. Love you Kath - From Andrew, Jemma, Ernie, Edith and Eugene xxxxxx
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