Dearest Ged, your big sister Peggy's most beloved little scamp... Talented, witty, sensitive, kind, you touched my life so much that I named my beautiful son after you. I remember the deft flicks of the random pen/pencil/crayon that, just to please us, you'd use to create - out of your head, there and then, miraculous as a medieval triptych but fashioned on a scrap of crumpled, bin-bound paper - a dinosaur, a car, Laddie the Dog, Darth Maul, Luke Skywalker. And then, in the next moment, your same Da Vinci fingers would be zooming up and down and across the fretboard of your amber acoustic guitar. I'd ride your steel breeze, in a tecnicolour delirium, and say to my Mum what a very extraordinary thing it was to be related to such an amazing being as Uncle Ged. And she, of course, agreed.
Love from
Catherine.
Xxxxx
Catherine Harrison:
08/04/2021