I first met Cathy in New York City when she was Publisher of Harvard Business Review and I was responsible for the US media budget for The Macallan. She was embarking on a journey – diversifying HBR’s advertising from B-B to include luxury goods and together we brought single malt to the pages of this thought leader publication.
I am forever grateful that this business encounter soon transformed into a broader friendship which only got stronger as we both moved jobs and I returned to London.
Cathy brought equal measures of joy and insight to everything she touched. She had the capacity to make everyone feel special and important. After every meeting, lunch, dinner or cocktail you always felt better and more focused. That was her strength – it was never about her, always about others. I devoted two blog entries to her in 2009 The Woman in 42A and The Birkin is Back.
Her mischievous side was borne out of an intellect which she did not have to wear on her sleeve.
The last time we met was over dinner at an Italian restaurant at St Pancras Station – the venue was almost forgettable but I can recall every syllable as we planned and plotted and joked.
Cathy’s time on earth may have been cut short but her legacy in the form of two amazing children and every idea she sowed will ensure that she is never forgotten.
With thoughts and prayers to Bruce, Meredith, James and all of her family and friends.