Patricia now that you can see God face to face do tell the God that in spite of all our shortcomings we loved you. Or maybe HE'LL assure YOU of that! I also ask you to tell God how grateful I am (as you too may be) for our friend Patrick Gomes. Patrick Pereira

This from Patti's "Big Bro", who is no stranger to chronic debilitating physical pain himself... "...I am really saying that she was truly an inspiration to me who connected at the "we never had to "talk" about pain" level. To be dealing with anyone who does not experience that kind of chronic pain quickly turns the conversation to one of sympathy and it us usually one sided. When I communicated with her I felt better without having to every touch on pain talk. I got the vibes that she knew exactly how to be appropriate. I feel her loss and especially just now when I could easily be writing to her in a fun way. But instead, I'm writing about pain in a round about way. I don't need sympathy from anyone. I'm not above it. I just don't care for it because I really don't need it form anyone. With someone like Patti we didn't have to address it but instead used it as a baseline and had a relationship much like "above the rim!" Surreal is how we felt communicating with each other. Did she really consider me a "big Bro?" With Patti I could talk fun because, and push it because, the more I pushed, the better I felt. Honestly Patrick, our communicating with each other and the anticipation of an e-mail form her was the best analgesic. It worked and she was a God send to my life - and by extension to the lives of my immediate family." 19 Aug 2011

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, “There she goes!” Gone where? Gone from my sight . . . that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “There she goes!” There are other eyes watching her coming . . . and other voices ready to take up the glad shout . . . “Here she comes!” Love you always Kevin & Doreen