When I think of Patty, I have happy memories of Italian traditions. I think about our grandmother and Patty being the first grandchild. I remember showers and weddings ( I was in attendance at both of her beautiful weddings. My daughter Kristen was the flower girl in her wedding to Richard.) I think of Italian food and baking. She even gave me her recipe for Struffoli years ago. When I think of Patty I remember our families as we grew up in New York. I think of her love for her son John and how proud she was of him.
When I think of Patty, the word "family" comes first to my mind as it came first in her life.
My dear cousin, you will be sorely missed but always remembered and loved.
Debby