Tiger great enriches last days of most loyal fan
Mark Robinson | October 30, 2008
HER name was Karen Keating, she was 46 and she died last Friday.
Her hero was Matthew Richardson. Her life revolved around her family, her Tigers, her 19 years work at the Hilton Hotel and, of course, her Richo.
Karen was a special woman in every sense.
At birth, she was denied the necessary oxygen to the brain which resulted her being intellectually handicapped which resulted in a life that many of us have no comprehension.
Always, though, as kids her own age and as adults later in her life enjoyed the richness of able bodies and minds, a joy Karen never experienced, she most always had a smile and a booming hello.
One of four siblings and one of 29 cousins in a madhouse extended family, when Kaz got too excited or laughed too uproariously, she would have "accidents", which weren't an embarrassment.
That she was laughing made everyone laugh.
Life for Pat and Bev, her parents, was a blessing and a struggle.
Pat, a one-time knockabout who played for West Preston in the '50s and '60s and coached intermittently in the northern suburbs, loved his football, so it was not a surprise that Karen did, too.
Pat was Sydney Swans. Bev was Collingwood. But Karen chose Richmond.
A little girl lost in an adult world, Kaz's bedroom was adorned with Tigers stuff: posters, dolls, pillows, bears, books and scrapbooks.
She didn't have what most people took for granted, so Kaz rarely, if ever, watched the Tigers live at the 'G.
But, boy, did she love Richo.
A couple of years back, life sent Kaz another curve ball: she was diagnosed with cancer. That wasn't all of it. A couple of months back, in between bouts of therapy to beat the bastard cancer, Kaz fell at work. She broke her leg and her shoulder.
Kaz was admitted to hospital, to a tiny, soulless, single room, and never left.
Richo was told about Karen in September. He had never heard of her, and he was on holidays after yet another gruelling season, but said yes to a request to visit St Vincent's.
He was late this day, but then it was learnt he had in fact been early and was waiting at another entrance.
He walked into Karen's room, on floor nine, with her array of Tigers dolls adorning the window sill. And Kaz - said Pat - was so excited she probably wet herself.
Kaz looked a sight. The cancer had not let go and she could barely move in that horrible hospital garb, but she couldn't stop smiling.
She didn't talk much, but there was Richo, in her room, just to see her.
Her eyes followed his every move.
Richo stayed for 15 minutes. His warmth, patience and enthusiasm was amazing. They talked in spurts about the Tigers and her favourite players - she pointed at him when he asked who it was -- and, at the end, he gave her a footy and sidled up for photos.
Bev, fighting tears, couldn't thank Richo enough.
To think the great Matthew Richardson had taken time out of his life to touch the eroding life of her daughter's was beyond words.
Kaz died last Friday.
Told by text earlier this week, Richo texted back: "Sorry to hear that. Pass on my regards. Take care."
With Richo, you know he meant it.
A service for Karen Keating will be held at Francis of Assisi Church in Mill Park tomorrow at 10am.
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