At various times, Pat has been both a Mother, and a Sister to me, but for 54yrs, always a loving friend.
When I met her when I was 21 years old. I looked up to this beautiful woman, mother of two boys, wife and very loving person. She was all one wished to be.
During my first pregnancy, at 23, my husband John, went back to England to be Best Man at his brother’s wedding and as I was due in 6 weeks, I could not fly.
I stayed one evening at Pat’s after babysitting Graham, then about 7 years old, but during the night the baby decided to come early and I woke to realize this. At 7am I told Pat and we called my Doctor.
Pat did not like to drive on freeways and would never drive into SF
We called my doctor and he asked Pat to drive me down to Pacifica to a clinic he was at that day.
I remember her taking a deep breath and saying okay.
She drove through Marin, San Francisco, all the way down to the clinic to be told by my doctor to take me back into San Francisco, to St. Mary’s Hospital - at once ! !
I was in labor while this was happening and she was truly a mother to me that day, taking control beautifully.
She was not a relative, and could only drop me there, as there was a bug going around maternity wards at the time. So she then drove herself home.
This child is Pat and Pete’s Godchild and so is her younger sister.
Pat had a way of loving both of them, me, John, and was always there with a big open heart.
We may not have always agreed on things, but the honest love and care that she showed with so many people, we can all agree on and remember.
She will be missed and never forgotten.
Yvonne Garratt.