Friends and relatives came in from all over--California, Florida, Tennessee, Minnesota, Pennsylvania, many places in Texas. A houseful of loving people seeing to it that I have food, hugs, a chance to talk. Margaritas, gumbo, tacos, pastries, kolaches, fruit. Neighbors came by bringing food. The funeral was lovely; our granddaughter Catherine sang, my brother and sister read Scripture, many people spoke about Patrick's impact on their work and their lives. The reception at the museum was crowded and friendly with lovely food and many flowers and plants and big photos of Pat over the years. To my surprise and delight, they dedicated the museum Library and Archive in Pat's name. He would have been very proud, and his parents, both librarians when they met, must have been dancing on the clouds.
So here is Patrick, a few months ago, in a canoe on our little lake. Just the way I want to remember. Not "in a better place." In this place, right here.
Bobbe Shapiro Nolan, Fiber Artist in Eagle Lake, TX. Trying to learn to call the sewing room my studio, and myself an artist. I retired after 15 years in hospice nursing--so now I have the time!.