Kate was frightening good at a large number of things, from dressmaking to web design, from tango to medieval history, from psychology to roleplaying. She made a damn good roast too.
Whatever she turned herself to was spectacular, even if that was being late to things. I’ve never been so frustrated and so awed by one person and suspect I never will again.
Kate touched my life in a number of ways. She was the Maid of Honour at our wedding, an enthusiastic supporter of my writing (she also set up this website) and was an essential part of Emma’s life.
I know she struggled with anxiety and depression, with food, and often with the outside world. Yet despite that she achieved amazing things and touched a lot of lives deeply.
When I think of Kate, I remember her playing the perfect Fiona in an Amber live roleplaying game. I remember how epic she was running the Split Worlds live game at Nine Worlds 2013. I remember the mischief in her eye when Emma would finish reading to her and she would beg for ‘just one more chapter’. And I remember her hugs. She gave great hugs.