I visited Catherine in South Africa at Christmas time in 1996. We travelled from Johannesburg to Pampierstad to Kimberley to Cape Town, staying with her friends and contacts in the Church. We had an amazing, joyful trip, the colour and the warmth stay vivid in my memory. At Magdalen, in Bosnia, Catherine’s example inspired me in my faith and in my work. May God make his face to shine upon you and give you peace.
These were taken in Holmfirth, in May 2015, some at a Hackney colliery band gig and then others at a campsite. This was another GU gathering. Catherine wasn’t keen on a night in a tent but joined us for bacon sarnies and tea in the morning.
This is one of my favourite memories of Catherine. Following a course we were on in London we found ourselves in a maternity boutique on the King’s Road. Neither of us were pregnant but were trying on clothes for a colleague’s wife (honestly). With much amusement we discovered that we could try on fake baby bumps and spent more time than was probably necessary parading our fake pregnancies around a small corner of Knightsbridge.
Oh Tolamo you were so desperately wanted and cherished.
Another favourite memory was when I invited friends to my new flat to help me decorate my first real Christmas tree. Most of my friends brought beautiful new baubles of all kinds. Catherine brought me three decorations from her own childhood. A tag from a Bell’s whisky bottle, a little knitted a stocking and a paper bell she made herself as a child. But it’s just like Catherine isn’t it…to give of herself so selflessly…to leave you with a bit of her. I will remember her everytime I decorate my tree and know that I keep a little piece of her and it adorns my Christmas tree; a symbol of eternal life and of celebration.
Thinking of all close to her today and wish I could be there. I feel honoured to have known her and to be considered amongst her friends. xx