fighting spirit...

...and this morning T and I went to the funeral of neighbour K.

Five years ago she was diagnosed with cancer and given 12 months to live.
Five years later and she has welcomed a son and daughter-in-law into their family, a granddaughter, celebrated Christmases and birthdays, fulfilled many travel goals and  faced every day with courage, dignity and incredible optimism.
Inspiring.
We would have a natter on the street when K was walking to the local shops and I was walking the dog...both of us often bald from assorted treatments!

Vale Kath, and a toast to you with a glass of your favourite bubbles.