Katie hid notes in pockets, under pillows, beside ordinary things, and inside days that needed rescuing. They were funny, blunt, affectionate, and unmistakably hers.
After she died, the cards became more than keepsakes. They preserved the pressure of her hand and the private language of a relationship: reassurance without sentimentality, love without polish, and humor arriving precisely when language failed.
This archive does not turn Katie into a symbol. It keeps the objects intact, transcribes her words, and records why they still matter to Christopher.
Meet Katie