Pat was born in Cleveland,Ohio in 1942, when Cleveland was an important place to be. She grew up on the near west side, got married, had children, raised them to be wonderful people, traveled the world with her husband. They divorced, she re-married a man she loved and who was not worthy of her. Along the way, she met me and became my friend. She was the closest thing to a mother I have ever known. She was my dearest friend, my greatest fan, my most loyal champion. She always took my side, and if I was wrong-- she wouldn't berate me. She would calmly suggest another point of view. She was that most rare of creatures-- an honest yet loving friend. Her two grandsons, both still small, adored her and named her "Gramma Kitty". She loved animals and they loved her. She was so classy-- I never really knew how old she was until she passed away. She never looked her age and she never acted it. She was "sparkly". Her laughter defined "bubbly". It always made me think of the uncorking of champagne. She made the room feel like someone had turned on Christmas lights when she stepped into it. Don't misunderstand! She was no pushover! She was just Pat. Pattycake. Gramma Kitty. My sweet friend who has left the room and I do not know how I will live without her. How do people do it? I've lost other people before. But they never took the sun with them. So, the next time you see Christmas lights or champagne bubbles or anything sparkly, say hello to my friend Pat, and tell her I miss her.
Burial: Cremated, Ashes scattered.
Created by: MaryDel Record added: Jul 21, 2009
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