Chapter 8

Dublin, UCD, Doyle and beyond

 
 

It all started when…

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During your treatment, I was in awe of you and your support system, graciously powered against your diagnosis and your positivity shone the whole time…. Fancy head scarfs, Samantha the wig, and fabulous accessories, punctuated your 'style against the machine.' Oh how I miss you. We never said goodbye, under gentle orders I kept things light, brought bongo drums and with the help of some vino, I was able to say ‘see you later’…. The myriad of memories I have from our valuable friendship has taught me more than any book or proverb has thus far and I know you are ‘there’ and have helped me in some precarious situations that I’ve found myself in over the last 3 years.. and I hear your 'murmur - Ohhh Katherine!' chiding me in my head. One of the last birthday celebration we had together involved celebrating Ashlinn’s birthday back in Ireland and silly me, drove in, as I was being good. With one look, you ordered me a margarita and told me that I was going to park overnight and staying in yours and yup, antics ensued that culminated in Coppers with lost green earrings from your dalliances with a young fella from Celbridge! Dearest Becks, I know birthday celebrations diminish as we age, however, I KNOW, that you know, that I toast you every year, as I am in no doubt that wherever you are, you are big, beautiful and your effervescent self and those with you, lucky to be in your company. And don’t worry, I KNOW I’ll be seeing you later, 😉 ... Meet you on the dance floor, i'll wear something orange x

  • Katherine Thomas, Dublin Ireland