I coaxed her into a Cursillo weekend in April and she met my dear friend, Maxine Hoene. The three of us formed our own little reunion group after the weekend. We met at 6 AM to share our faith and "close moments to Christ" until I moved to Grangeville in 1995.
Kati and her sisters, Mary, Judy, Brook and Jane
Kati and our single friends celebrating my graduation from Boise State in 1995
She humored me by going out to the Iris farm in Emmett in May, 1997. I wanted to buy the iris for her new home in Boise.
Kati, Maxine, and I travelled to Washington, DC, in October, 2004
I received an 8x10 photo in the mail after our visit with Larry Craig. We all liked our images, but Kati really hated that Senator Craig was in it. I've thought about trying to photo-shop him out!
My favorite picture of my dear friend, 04/17/05
My grandkids with her dog, Poika!
We spent a few days in Victoria, BC, in May, 2006
The first night on our River Cruise 07/03/07 happened to be her 66th birthday and the captain and crew came to our table to sing happy birthday to her. She blamed me for the breach, but we learned later that the crew knew about all passenger birthdays and hers just happened to be the first one they celebrated.
She really liked to shop and this is one of her favorite travel outfits
Our last day in Amsterdam, culminating 16 days on a River Cruise through Germany in 2007
Colin loved Kati's dog, Poika. One of her best memories of Colin is that 4th of July weekend in 2008 when he told her, "you need to give Poika some water so he doesn't get dehydrated."
Another friend, Sina, and I met Kati in Vancouver, BC, in August, 2009
Just as pretty as the flowers, she is!!
We had a marvelous visit to Palo Alto in the spring of 2012. Thursday afternoon we made our way to Lytton Gardens, a retirement community, where Kati's friend from Twin Falls, Katherine Scott, now lives. Kati and I agreed this 94 year young woman made an incredible adjustment! When we first arrived she offered us a drink. "I have lots of whiskey." Her neighbors are Chinese and "very nice, but quiet." Katherine's outlived two husbands. "I don't think I ever want to get married again. Who wants to wait on someone hand and foot? If I found someone here I'd probably have to learn Chinese." She did ask Kati if she planned to get married. Kati explained that she might not get married even if she found the right man. Katherine responded, "I'm not going to get married again, why should you?" "But I have a special friend right now and I'm a little confused about what I should do," Kati told this wise woman. Her response, "don't worry about it, you have a heart big enough for all." Ah, to be 94, witty, and so wise.... It's one of my dreams for my wisdom years.
Kalle and Christina surprised us with fabulous meals and side trips to San Francisco and Pebble Beach!
This street vendor became Kati's best friend when he agreed to write a special poem for her friend, George. She had the uncanny ability to speak to strangers and make friends with them.
George and Kati invited me to join them for a few days in Sandpoint, Idaho in July, 2016. George planned an evening cruise and the most wonderful places to eat. The special words of her obituary said, "With George, Kati spent the last years of her life exactly as she wanted--enjoying family, friends, travel, and sports!"
And then they invited me to join them in Walla Walla, WA, in June, 2017. We stayed in a funky AirBnb close to town and again George planned some outings for us - this one Whitman Mission Historical Site. We also bought Klicker Strawberries and wandered around town tasting wine. 
Today, the day after the celebration of her life, I feel like I'm sitting in that chair all alone, looking out on the sea of my life, now empty without her. I'm sad! I recall the words of her nephew Michael Brennan, "you've all mentioned how much Kati loved you. God is love and God lived in Kati. Yes, He did and I know she loved me and I loved her. We shared all these trips, but also hours of conversation when we learned acceptance of our single life. I drew on her human resource experience and called her before I had to terminate an employee. She calmed me right down, over the phone, and told me what to say. Her words gave me the confidence I needed. She loved my Grandchildren and always listened to my stories about them. Recently, she told me how proud she was of all of hers, especially Annie and Rachel, who were attending college on soccer scholarships. "You know, I always wanted your Jake and my Annie to meet each other because of their love of soccer," she said. She and George talked about plans to attend Margaret's college graduation in Scotland. She'd do almost anything for those grandkids.
After her funeral yesterday George handed me an envelope and letter I'd written to Kati in 1998. Kati never knew her own strength or recognized her talents. This letter described 20 qualities I saw in her, such as witty, compassionate, friendly, kind, sympathetic, courageous, sensitive, and faith-filled.
The words of John O"Donohue, in his book, "Blessing the Space Between Us," fills me with hope.
When you lose someone you love,
Your life becomes strange,
The ground beneath you feels fragile,
Your thoughts make your eyes unsure;
And some dead echo drags your voice down
Where words have no confidence.
Your heart has grown heavy with loss;
And though this loss has wounded others too,
No one knows what has been taken from you
When the silence of absence deepens.
Gradually, you will learn acquaintance
With the invisible form of your departed;
And when the work of grief is done,
The wound of loss will heal
And you will have learned
To wean your eyes
From that gap in the air
And be able to enter the hearth
In your soul where your loved one
Has awaited your return
All the time.
After her funeral yesterday George handed me an envelope and letter I'd written to Kati in 1998. Kati never knew her own strength or recognized her talents. This letter described 20 qualities I saw in her, such as witty, compassionate, friendly, kind, sympathetic, courageous, sensitive, and faith-filled.
The words of John O"Donohue, in his book, "Blessing the Space Between Us," fills me with hope.
When you lose someone you love,
Your life becomes strange,
The ground beneath you feels fragile,
Your thoughts make your eyes unsure;
And some dead echo drags your voice down
Where words have no confidence.
Your heart has grown heavy with loss;
And though this loss has wounded others too,
No one knows what has been taken from you
When the silence of absence deepens.
Gradually, you will learn acquaintance
With the invisible form of your departed;
And when the work of grief is done,
The wound of loss will heal
And you will have learned
To wean your eyes
From that gap in the air
And be able to enter the hearth
In your soul where your loved one
Has awaited your return
All the time.
Rest in Peace, dear friend!
