Mary was always Katie to me. Not Kate, but Katie.
I first met Katie in 7th grade at Bellevue Junior High, where we bonded in art class. I was always in awe of her natural artistic talent. I remember spending nights at her beautiful house on Lake Washington, where the lawn seemed to stretch right into the lake, and her adorable dog would follow Katie’s mother around the house.
After graduating in 1972, we lost touch, but in 1982, after we had moved to Wenatchee, she unexpectedly came through my checkout line at the Ernst hardware store. I was pregnant with my first child and working part-time. Katie and Mike had moved there as well, and she had recently given birth to Ben. That was the moment we reconnected, and from then on, our families grew together, and we became inseparable best friends.
Katie had an infectious laugh and a wonderful sense of humor. I especially loved her playful, snarky moments. My kids adored her too — she always made them feel special by cutting the crust off their sandwiches and giving them treats I rarely bought. Katie was the type of person who would pull over on the road to let others pass if she felt she was holding them up. She couldn’t travel without making a friend, and one time on a trip to Maui, a woman talked to her the entire flight and even hugged her as they departed.
We shared so many unforgettable memories, including many Thanksgivings and celebrating our 40th, 50th, and 60th birthdays together in Hawaii. Those vacations will always hold a special place in my heart. By the time our 70th birthdays rolled around, I had moved to Florida to care for my dying mother, and we couldn’t get together as planned. I had hoped to see her again this summer.
Katie was my best friend, my favorite person. My heart will never be the same without her. Rest in peace, my dear friend.