The essence of my lady

The essence of my lady

(Pink Tumor Road final entry, by Mike Jansky)

A memorial service will be held for Patty at 11:00, Saturday, June 4, 2011, at Central United Protestant Church in Richland, Washington. In lieu of flowers, at Patty's wish, donations could be made in Patty's name to a college fund account that has been established at GESA Credit Union (any branch) for her daughter Peyton, to any cancer society, or to the Mid-Columbia Ballet. This will be the final entry for Patty's blog.

There is no measure to the remarkable essence of Patty Taylor. Those of you who simply have read this blog know a part of her. Those of you that have had the privilege and honor of meeting her know more. There is the grace, dignity, and intelligence of the beautiful lady. There is Patty's passion for life and her love of family and friends. There is the courage, the energy, the determination. There is the compassion, the caring, the gentleness, the calm. There is the work ethic that earned, deservedly so, the respect of her peers and superiors. There is the personality attribute of giving freely, while expecting nothing in return. Patty could enter a room and brighten the spirits of everyone in it. Never claiming to be perfect, there is much that is generally considered right and good in a person that made Patty who she is and was.

We cannot forget the controlled anger and hurt toward her cancer. There was no 'fairness' here, but as it was with Patty she worked to fight it, understand it; the key was to live with cancer, not die because of it. She chronicled much of it in this blog, sharing both joy and pain, honestly reflecting her feelings of times of loneliness, uncertainty and fear, but always, always, hope.

Patty is, and was, my lady; my treasure, my dream, my love. Patty did not choose to leave. She controlled that which she could, as best as she was able, with what was availaable.

There are so many people who were impacted by Patty in so many ways. Patty's mother and father (Jean and Red) were unwavering in love and support of their daughter. Patty's children (Peyton and Houston), and her grandson (Jessie James) and his mother (Elena) were the light of Patty's life. Patty's friends and acquaintances are legion, all of whom lifted Patty's spirits. That level of energy deserves so much, but to all of you, I simply say 'Thank you' from the heart, which says it all. Thank you for all your thoughts and prayers; your notes, your calls, your visits. Thank you for the gift of time with Patty. Thank you for the cards, meals, and donations. Hopefully, in closing this blog, as you read Patty's words they should be taken as they were given, honestly and freely with knowledge that the journey is not taken isolated and alone, and with the hope that there will one day be a cure.

To Patty, Believe, LAAF, Mike