How the internet brought together a group of moms from different backgrounds is the story of my fellow co-bloggers, lovely women who I know are my friends for life. Patty was one of them.
I don’t recall the exact moment when we met or how we started talking. It was her reaction to chemotherapy and my insomnia that brought us together, long chats that lasted till 6am, talking about everything and anything. From chismis to problems, life and relationships, trivial things – there was no end to our conversation. Patty was the rare person who I would call friend at this time of my life when I already think I have enough friends.
Oh we laughed. Our combined laughter was loud and sometimes embarrassing, but it was always heartfelt and warranted and we never cared. Laughing with Patty is one of my favorite things to do, and we did it often.
She loved Basti and Basti loved her. She and her daughter Anissa often talked about Basti and his art of dedma. Her girls, Anissa and Sabine are two of the most wonderful young ladies you will ever meet and she talked about them so often that I am protective of them. Patty knew that. Patty loved all our children.
When I separated from my husband, Patty held my hand through it. She kept me strong and kept me focused. It amazed me how someone who’s fighting her own battle had enough strength to share with me during my own trials. But that was Patty. She was a rock – honest and strong, thoughtful, sweet. She loved life and she loved well, and it hurts my entire core to know that she’s gone.
Oh Patty. I wish to God we had more time together. You are finally at peace, but it will be a while for us you left behind. I love you, I miss you and your Non Stop Babble will always be in my head and heart.
Till we meet again.