Snippets of Auntie Catherine: Auntie Catherine aimed for perfection: When visiting her with my family at Outram on one occasion she took Dad out to look around her garden. (She looked up to Dad). When she came to,what I thought were some very beautiful ornamental conifers, she asked Dad what was wrong with them, the label in the shop said they grew to 1 meter high. Had they been telling untruths? On the way home Dad was still saying that the only thing wrong with her plants was that she looked after them too well. She was very proud of both her boys and their achievements: When I worked at Dunedin airport I would occasionally drop around to see her. A typical visit would catch her at the washing line or similarly busy. As we proceeded to hang out the washing (I'm sure I never got it perfect enough for her), she would tell me of the boy's progress and all that was happening in their lives. On another visit she told apologised to me for "always having been nasty to me and explained this was because she missed her daughter who was my age. Then told me the story of Liz (not yet back in her life). This was the only time I saw her show sadness. (I had never thought of her as nasty - in fact my memory went straight to an event as a small child where she let me use a precious view-master while I was visiting - a fascinating thing at the time and told her so). Her outlook was artistic and positive: For a number of years I have been posing photos prolifically on Facebook. Auntie Catherine related to many of the pictures and would write lovely comments about them which were warm and poetic. Other friends of mine on Facebook have commented to me on how beautiful they were and how they will miss her positivity now even though they never knew her she bought warmth to them(her comments not the photos). Auntie Catherine would want us to go forward with smiles and laughter. She would want us to notice the little things that are beautiful.