What a horrible week to be off the grid. Thank you to everyone that attempted to send me news of PattyAnn and I’m sorry if I didn’t respond. Technologically, everything that could have gone wrong this week did.
There are some beautiful tributes here about PattyAnn and I’m sure a ton of wonderful comments but I have a few things that can’t go unsaid about such sweetness.
I thought about doing sort of a chronological thing but I can’t do that because there was one thing that PattyAnn did that meant the world to me and Mrs Rosetta and I have to start with that.
When we lost Max in 2009, PattyAnn was in charge of collecting money from you generous punks and then ordering flower arrangements for us. We had a day where very close friends and family came over and we celebrated Max. There was a lot going on that day with family and everyone trying to do things for us and every 15 minutes, the doorbell would ring. And it was the delivery guy from the flower shop down the street bringing over something new and beautiful.
This went on for about 3 hours and it was such a wonderful thing, I can’t describe it. That was actually possible because of all of you but everything had PattyAnn’s touch. Right down to the Buckaroo Bonzai tree that lives on our coffee table to this day. You could tell that everything that showed up was at the behest of an angel.
I cried when I heard about her having to lose her leg. I don’t know why I didn’t cry before that. PattyAnn had a wonderful steadiness and calmness about her, even after she had her terrible fall. I just knew that she was going to pull through. As serious as the few days prior to her amputation were, I thought she was going to fight this off and win. I mean win in the sense that she would fight the infection and come out better on the other side.
When I read about them taking her leg, that was really the first time I worried for her and her family.
This is sort of a stream of consciousness thing so I feel like I need to tell Cathy and Dick that I love you both for being our messengers and PattyAnn’s voice to us. What you did was pure love for a wonderful woman and a bunch of miscreants but this miscreant wants to thank you for being present when we could not.
I used to think PattyAnn must be a jerk in real life because she was so freaking nice online. I figured most of us were nice in real life but jackasses online but she was too nice online for that to be the case so I figured it was the opposite. Actually I didn’t think that but she was so nice on the blogs, it made me want to kick her ass and totally give her shit. Hahaha.
Back in the old Ace flame war days before the splinter blogs, she was the one person I LOVED to flame. And my flames consisted of acerbic EPIC beat-downs of her ass such as:
“PattyAnn is such a bitch, if she doesn’t have enough money to leave a 20% tip at a restaurant, sometimes she will wait a full 24 hours to go back to the restaurant and give the waiter the rest of the tip.”
“PattyAnn once went to an ATM and there was a $20 bill in the slot that someone forgot to take and she gave it to a soldier instead of taking it to the police which is what she was supposed to do”
That was the best I could do to flame PattyAnn.
It was a source of never ending funny to me that PattyAnn was a grandmother and hung out with us. How lucky are her grandkids for goodness sakes!! I’m sure they know.
It was fun when she would comment in the morning and Mr PattyAnn was sitting at the table with her and he would say (I’m paraphrasing here) “Are you talking to those idiots again?” Hahahaha. She was so in love with her man, it was awesome.
It’s with sadness that I have to say goodbye to such a sweet soul without ever having had the honor of getting a hug from her. I know it would have been a hug of love and happiness and then she would have given me a wedgie before I could have given her one.
I happen to believe in heaven and I’m thankful for that because I know that my hug/wedgie isn’t lost; it’s only been delayed and moved to a better destination.
PattyAnn, thank you for bringing your grace and goodness to people not nearly as sweet and kind as you. As sad as I am about you leaving our world, I cannot be sad about you going to a place where you know no pain or suffering.
And you’ll be only the second person I know who didn’t need any training to be an angel.
Rest in peace, lovely person. You made life more beautiful for more people than you will ever know.
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