My Final Goodbye

I say final, because she died yesterday in her own bed at home, peacefully. But I might very well still post a Patty Story from time to time. My way of keeping her memory alive.

This photo taken Janurary 2013. We celebrated our birthdays with each other over decadent desserts often at this favorite ice cream shop. Never on the exact date, but when we could get together and it was always sweet.

So here's the last of the hot fudge sundae get togethers Patty. My toast to you, cheers, dear sweet, wonderful, reliable friend. I miss you already. I will love you forever and ever!

Here's the first of the memories:

Memories of my life with Patty

Earliest memories are playing together as really young children; at her house (doll house, sitting on the living room floor choosing pieces of furniture, animals, people and building our own little worlds on the floor. I always wanted the white cat (like my cat Doc.) and she always wanted the orange cat (Like her cat, Tommy). We played JACKS on that same floor on the hardware floor between the living and dining room carpets. Her sister Ester joined us too. I remember being in her bed room as little kids. I remember the picture of Jesus that we could take into the closest and see his eyes glow in the dark. I remember eating breakfast there after a sleep over and not liking the oatmeal. I think I once fainted so I didn’t have to eat it. Patty’s mom looked large to me, overwhelming. I think I was a little bit afraid of her. Her name was Pearl. She had a sewing machine on the sun porch and stacks of fabric. And a shelf up high that ran the circumference of the room that was lined with Cupie dolls and other artifacts.