It's kind of impossible to pick a single memory, a single image, a single story. I will remember Pam for over-stuffing tacos. For loving the dogs. For always asking such good questions. For wanting to move to Peka Peka so she could be a part of the intergenerational conversations around the big table. For her beloved garden, and for how furious she was the bunnies for eating it. For the number of exclamations marks she used, with such enthusiasm, in her emails. For the sound of the laundry door closing, knowing it was a Pam. And even now, sometimes I find myself hearing the laundry door being closed and I think 'Oh it's just Pam'. How I wish it was just Pam. (Photo, Christmas at Peka Peka, 2017)
