In Memoriam

On August 29, 2018, Kathleen Mary Tallcott passed from this life and to her blessed reward. I simply knew her as Kate. I don’t think I knew that was short for “Kathleen” until I read her obituary. I have known her for almost as long as I can remember.

There are people in our lives without whom we would be radically different. Kate Tallcott is one of those people in my life. If someone were to tell the story of my life without the inclusion of Mrs. Tallcott, the story would make no sense. She was exuberant and was always on the go. When I was a young child I was friends with her son, Charlie. I was often at the Tallcott house and often taken on adventures. I remember she would pick us up and some other kids and we would go to a nursing home where she would lead us in songs while she played her guitar. She played guitar at Mass. I’ll tell you what: I don’t go in for those guitar Masses, but if I could go to Mass everyday with Kate Tallcott playing guitar I’d be a happier man and richer for it. She was a large part of the reason for the activities I was involved in as a child and teenager: the Modesto Boys Chorus, summer programs, Townsend Opera Players. Because of Kate Tallcott, I got to bang pots and pans on New Year’s Eve and feel grown-up when all I was drinking was Martinelli’s. And speaking of Tallcott parties, you haven’t been to a party until you’ve been to the Tallcott’s. The games, the music, the singing, the food, the laughing and antics. I went to many of those – cast parties, birthdays, holidays – any reason was a reason for a party and she was the grand master.

She inspired hope and faithfulness. How could someone so full of life not? She poured herself into serving others: family, friends, the elderly. She poured herself into music and theatre. I have not known anyone else like her and I doubt I ever will again. We, who are left behind, are poorer with her loss, but heaven is richer. That being the case perhaps we are not so poor after all; her presence unseen and unheard is greater than it was before.

Merciful Lord Jesus, grant her rest, eternal rest. 

May eternal light shine upon her, O Lord, with your saints for eternity, for you are merciful. 

Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her. 

May the angels lead you into paradise: may the martyrs receive you at your coming, and lead you into the holy city, Jerusalem. May the choir of angels receive you, and with Lazarus, who was once poor, may you have everlasting rest. 

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