|You will be missed, Kathy.|
I am having a hard time getting my head around Kathy's departure. She had the best laugh and I know that I will expect to see her sitting at the counter at Godfrey Daniels as I walk in the door. I will hear a voice of similar timber and I will turn expecting to see her red hair and her smart-ass smile. And her stories, oh my. I hope that somewhere along the line someone recorded Kathy as she told.
Here's the thing. Some tellers will decide to add in a whistle or a prop, or a gesture, or expression, and it comes off staged. Everything - everything - Kathy added to her stories felt just right, comfortable. Kathy invited us into her stories and we saw what she saw, heard what she heard. Of course, her expressions, motions and the few props she used - and she never needed props even when she used them - were a joy to experience. But Kathy could be the visible performer and the invisible vessel of story - all at the same time.
There is sadness in the storytelling world this week.