She didn't want us to grieve her death. She wanted us to celebrate her life. So here is a little celebration for our Grandma!
Born January 6th, 1941, Patricia Ann Crowe Broomall was a lover of all people, ESPECIALLY her family. While going through her things after her passing we all laughed as Aunt Vicki mentioned how delighted she would be now, seeing her family all together looking through pictures and enjoying all of the memories. Her family truly was the greatest treasure in her life. In all my time of knowing her I never once heard her speak ill of anyone. She treated me as if I had been born into her family and I never once doubted the sincerity of her love for me. She believed that gray hair was the most beautiful shade on any woman. She loved serving others and even found energy to volunteer when it was difficult for her to get around. Have you ever had Prickly Pear ice-cream? Grandma Patty has! Apparently it is quite tasty! Perhaps when the boys are older we will find a little parlor where it is served and we will tell them how their Great-Grandma loved it so, and how she also loved mayonnaise in her spinach! We could tell them how she loved her dogs as if they were another member of the family. Or how we found stacks and stacks of cards tucked away all over her house because she couldn't throw them away. Those small kindnesses meant so much to her. Maybe one day when they are sitting and drawing at the little table that she gave Gage last year, we can tell them how she would have loved to have that drawing on her fridge and how she would have told them it was the most fantastic piece of art she had ever seen! And she would mean it. And one day when I find candy stashed in the drawers next to their beds I can tell them how they are just like their Great-Grandma Patty! And they will smile and laugh and say "Grandma Patty sure sounds great!" Then I will get to smile back at them and say "Yes, she was."