I met Pat in Integrative Body Psychotherapy training in 1995. We attended this intense and exciting training 3 or 4 long weekends a year for about 4 years. Shortly after starting that training we ran into each other at the Canmore Folk Festival. Pat liked to find a little spot right by the sound tent. We had excellent sight lines and sound. This chance meeting led to years of attendance together. We started out driving each day then moved on to staying at Kip’s, then a series of B&B’s until we settled on the Georgetown Inn. One year we got snow during the festival. We managed to persevere using Pat’s “car” sleeping bag. She was well versed in mountain weather. We added comfort items over the years. I still use the Tibetan wool poncho I bought the snow year. It is not a fashion statement however makes a cozy yoga blanket. I continue to carry winter cloths and a sleeping bag when I attend this August long weekend event. I always think of Pat as I bask in the beauty of the site and the music.

Pat and I shared a love of reading especially mysteries. We shared many a recommendation. In addition we attended monthly book club. Initially we met over evening coffee, with Pat and I meeting for dinner before the group. We transitioned to meetings over dinner after Pat and I couldn’t find each other in the restaurant and both ended up eating with other club members. Clearly none of us were using cell phones well or at all maybe. In our defence the restaurant was very big and packed.

Pat shared many stories of Kip, her sons and grandkids and of course Joey. I was lucky to meet Kip and Will some years ago and other relatives at the funeral. Pat loved each of you. She and you are blessed with deep love. I admired Pat’s creativity, strength and perseverance. She overcame many challenges with grace and she is the only person I’ve met who has rescued and moved a home.

I miss Pat’s bright spirit and huge heart. I think of her often and am thankful to have the honour to be her friend.

Sue Harris

I have known Pat my entire life and have so many early memories of her. It was her love of horses she instilled in me, putting me on my first pony, giving me those first lessons in riding and horsemanship. She is a cherished friend of my moms and I know she will be missed immensely. My heart hurts for all those that will feel her loss; know she is now without pain and surrounded by love.

Pat was my very dear friend. We met in the early 1980s when our children were young and just starting in Pony Club and at Westbrook school. We soon developed a fast friendship that lasted for almost 40 years. When we weren’t sharing the fun with our children in their various activities, we had many adventures; hiking, skiing and horseback riding in the mountains. Our lives overlapped in so many ways. As her health declined our activities became less robust but still, we walked our dogs, shared books and movies and talked about everything under the sun. Pat was the most courageous person I have ever known. Even though she was often in pain, she pushed on and never complained. She was always interested in what everyone was doing and ready to offer wise counsel and advice if asked. I will miss her more than I can even imagine. Will, Michael and Kip, please know that I am thinking of you all at this sad time.

I always remember the trips to gymnastics in the red golf and the juice boxes and granola bars with chocolate chips after … such luxury a kid from north of cochrane had never seen

Pat was one of my Pony Club/Tetrathlon moms since the mid 80’s. She was always loving, caring, and supportive no matter what! I was always welcome at her home and even fed. Although I saw Pat less and less through the years, I was fortunate to be connected through her sons and got to reconnect every couple of years. Towards the end I mostly saw her at the facility she was living in to pick up honey from Will. I always stayed to catch up and had good chats with her. I will always remember Pat as one of the smartest people I have ever met. Her body may have tried to give up on her, but her mind was always sharp! I will always love Pat and be grateful for the love, wisdom, and support she gave me.

Kevin MacMillan

As one of the miscreants who lived at the Gopher Hole, I have fond memories of Pat, cooking steaks to shoe leather (before Kip sold her on the virtues of medium-rare!), mending fences that horses had plowed through, and corralling said horses, and the parties, oh my, the parties. I also recall going skiing with her across Lake Louise and into Plain of Six Glaciers, where it was so cold, our sandwiches froze. I also recall a hike up to camp at Wenkchemna Pass when it was so hot, Pat was hiking in her bra.

Later, she was the one who introduced daughter Katherine to Pony Club which became a major focus of our life for many years. She and Kip hosted my 40th birthday party at the house up on Horse Creek Road. Regrettably, I have not seen Pat for many years, but I have fond memories.

Rest in Peace.