Our first cigarette was on Pat's front porch swing. Second attempt was at a picnic behind a tree in some bushes. We walked to and from school every single day for seven years. Consoling each other thru those difficult teenage years, lots of complaining about the nuns, but mostly we laughed-wholeheartedly tear inducing bellows. Every day!
I admired Pat; she was smart and most impressively could actually tell the difference between Sonny and Cher's voices. She taught me how to jitterbug cool like, and we'd dance together at the Open Houses after the games and at her home while her parents were working. We double dated and cheered together. We worked at Bristol Lab and until she couldn't use the computer easily, we e-mailed. Project Runway, politics, our pets and death were some topics we discussed.
My head is flooded with wonderful memories of Pat and my heart is heavy, but the mention of her name will always bring a smile to my lips. Peace my friend.
Kathy Tighe Leahey