她在世時所做的一切，將讓我們永遠懷念。我們是害羞的家族，從來不曾說過「我愛妳」只藏心裏，但是我覺得她是深愛著她的家人，相信大家都可以感受到她的善良、熱情，從照片中看到她的一生是炫麗璀燦的，而且有愛她的夫婿陪她到最後，唯一不放心的是父母，所以你們要好好照顧自己的身體。雖然她離開了我們，但是她永遠留在我們心中，Peter也要放下悲傷，好好的過日子，希望疫情過後能回台灣聚會，家人永遠歡迎你！
When we were kids, Patty came up with myriad artistic projects, not only crafting miniature articles of clothing and even more minuscule plates of fake food (ranging from potato salad to a slice of pie with a lattice crust, all smaller than a fingernail), but also inventing an entire world of made-up inhabitants who lived in my dollhouse, which we named "Herman's Hotel" . . . because who needs boring old dolls when you could populate the place with more interesting creatures? The proprietor, Herman, was a "woozle," born of bright orange yarn and a knitting machine. Patty gave him his sweet lopsided smile, googly eyes, and a dash of style in what she called his Hawaiian shirt (no sleeves, because woozles obvious . . .
The first time I saw my cousin Patty was when auntie Mei brought her back to Taiwan. Shewas such a cute little thing. And I loved to hold her.Time passed. The second time I saw her, she had already grown into a beautiful lady full of vitality and able to carry an intelligent conversation.A few days after she passed away and left us, I couldn’t stop crying and couldn’t believe she was gone. I miss her terribly. She was such a nice girl - everyone who knew her knows she was warm, kind, and easy to get along with.I believe Patty is an angel now who will be with us always and will watch over us. I also believe all her family and friends feel the same way too.Finally, I am grateful to her for bringing me s . . .
I have known Patty all of her life. I held her in my arm when she was a baby. Her family left Ottawa and settled in Seattle. Our family moved to St. Luis for four years, then to the San Francisco Bay Area, then to Carlsbad, San Diego and finally back to the Bay Area. Somehow after all these moves, we never lost contact.Once Patty’s mom drove me and four kids from Seattle to Vancouver. Patty, my daughter, my son and Patty’s brother. At that time, there were no cell phones, we couldn’t find the way back to our host’s home. We got in early morning and were so hungry that we finished a pot of meat stew in the kitchen. In the morning, our host couldn’t find the dog food cooked night before.On my 60th birthday . . .
A person’s life is not measured by how long or how short one lives. Rather, it is measured by a person’s value that we have in our minds. We shall treasure all the things she did and accomplished.Our family is shy to express passionate emotion, like “ I love you”. But deep down in our hearts, there is a full capacity of love. Through her kindness and, we know she loved her family dearly, especially her husband, Peter, who took care of her until the very end.She has left us now, but she will forever live in our hearts. From the photos of her journey, we can tell her life was full and glorious.From now on, we all have to let go, stay strong, and move on.When the pandemic is over, you are most welcome to vi . . .
當我第一次見到我表妹patty是在阿姨帶她回台灣時,我好喜歡抱她,非常可愛與聰明 時間又過了好久,他第二次回台灣,已經變成了亭亭玉立,活潑美麗的美少女, 談話中充滿了智慧 我對他非常懷念,在他離開我們的那幾天,我常常不知不覺地掉眼淚,心理非常驚訝, 他已經離開了我們嗎?他那麼年輕,那麼好的女孩,與人相處都那麼貼心,不只是我, 幾乎每個認識他的人都非常喜歡她 我想,Patty離開我們這個事情,在我認為他已經變成angel了,他隨時隨地都在我們身旁, 和藹可親地看著我們,周遭親朋好友心靈比較敏銳的人,應該有時候會感覺得到!這是我 真正的想法 最後,利用這機會向她表示謝謝妳Patty!你一生中帶給我的歡樂與智慧增長
Patty was a long-time member of our support group for young metastatic women, Mets in the City. Although I joined the group after Patty had moved to LA, we met at a retreat at Commonweal. I quickly saw Patty's kind and generous spirit. When one of the women at the retreat, Patty's best friend, Rosa, became sicker, Patty came up to the Bay Area for two weeks to care for her and her family. The picture below is taken at a Commonweal reunion lunch we had shortly before Rosa died. I kept in touch with Patty after that and she gave me good advice on a film project I was working on. When I last communicated with her in April I thought she was turning the corner and getting better. I was heartbroken to hear rec . . .
