I remember Kathleen on Christmas Day. She was such a great help behind the scenes, peeling vegetables, washing up dishes etc while I was swanning around complaining about the workload. Kathleen was always called Pink Mama by my children because of her love of pink. I remember her love of flowers which is still evident when you see her stunning garden and her beautiful flowers around the house. She loved her family, which was illustrated by the photos of all of us around her house. We were the last thing she saw every night before she went to bed. I always admired her for her determination and innate toughness. She survived breast cancer without a complaint. She barely missed a beat. She was still knitting complex socks for us for Christmas. Not the simple straight ones, but ones with heels and toes with fine wool. Her handiwork was the finest you could see: lace tablecloths, tapestries and embroideries. She will be missed this Christmas, but I know she will be in spirit because she would not miss one. Loretta Breheny Daughter in Law