i knew Kathleen for several years- the decade i was attached to her son Keith, and the five years following that when our path together ended abruptly, but it in was the last years when Kathleen was without her husband Roland that i really grew close to her. In that time we shared many moments- the earlier ones in conversation, the last ones in silent communion. i was privileged to be with her only moments before her death, when i chatted to her about all the people who had loved her and who no doubt were looking forward to greeting her on the next stage of her journey. Kathleen was a strong, independent soul, often proud to a fault and suffered no fools. Yet, she had a soft heart- and in the last couple of years i was blessed to have her share that softness and loving soul with me. i told her more than once that i wished we had been closer friends far earlier, when we could have really enjoyed doing things together, but i shall always be grateful that we did eventually grown to know and love one another, and had the opportunities to share that love and caring with one another before Kathleen found it too difficult. Rest easy Kath- i can still see you twirling down the path, with Roland and the dogs by your side, as you laugh amongst the daffodils. Much love- suyen.