Kate had an infectious laugh.
She would be sitting, quietly knitting on something, and you might be fooled into thinking that she wasn’t paying attention, but then she would come out with a zinger. Her sense of play expressed itself in words.
The cruelest thing about the cancer she fought was that it stole her words from her. Aphasia. A single word to describe a range of effects — and for Kate, it took her ability to find the right word. She was a polyglot and picked up languages for fun. She read, voraciously, and oh– the conversations.
She has left an enormous hole.
For other people, we talk about having a moment of silence. For Kate… cancer did that already. Let’s have a moment of laughter.
Find something today that delights you and laugh, and describe it in words, and remember Kate.