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Today my shirt says, Paint The Town Dead. It's the name of a band who is no longer a band. But anyway. I needed DEAD to be written on my shirt b/c that's how I feel. Well, maybe not dead, more like depressed and fighting back tears.
I didn't know Pat very well. I'd only met her a few times. But I liked her. We had a special bond over our "issues" with life. She was nice and come to find out, she was a great baby-sitter too.
Pat died during the night. The only words of comfort I can offer to myself (or anyone else) is this: Pat has gone to live with the Angels now. If you believe in any sort of religion or higher power, now is when you should bring those beliefs close to your heart, where Pat will always remain for those who loved her.
Pat died. She was 45 (i think) She was a mother, a wife, a sister, a daughter, a friend. But now our Mother / Wife / Sister / Daughter / Friend is in a better place where she's not in pain anymore. Where she doesn't have to deal with all the bullshit that comes along with Anxiety/Panic Disorders with Agoraphobia.
I loved Pat even tho I didn't know her well. I loved that she understood me without even hearing me speak. And I think she might have felt the same about that. Like I said before; I didn't know her too well. But I've been fighting back tears all day and night. And I can feel them coming now.
I didn't know Pat very well. I'd only met her a few times. But I liked her. We had a special bond over our "issues" with life. She was nice and come to find out, she was a great baby-sitter too.
Pat died during the night. The only words of comfort I can offer to myself (or anyone else) is this: Pat has gone to live with the Angels now. If you believe in any sort of religion or higher power, now is when you should bring those beliefs close to your heart, where Pat will always remain for those who loved her.
Pat died. She was 45 (i think) She was a mother, a wife, a sister, a daughter, a friend. But now our Mother / Wife / Sister / Daughter / Friend is in a better place where she's not in pain anymore. Where she doesn't have to deal with all the bullshit that comes along with Anxiety/Panic Disorders with Agoraphobia.
I loved Pat even tho I didn't know her well. I loved that she understood me without even hearing me speak. And I think she might have felt the same about that. Like I said before; I didn't know her too well. But I've been fighting back tears all day and night. And I can feel them coming now.
Dear Pat, you are loved.
