Dear Donna
Life has a way of making space for important times in our lives. For you to have been home with your mom during her last few months was a gift- if painful now, will show its power in time and stories to come. 
I remember our trio visit to Virginia - your mom was such a sport  with our crazy work schedule and her shopping schedule. Truly delightful - she had me in stitches about stories of you as a child. I enjoyed   providing an arm for support as we strolled around town -she was gracious, elegant, and just truly beautiful. And her gift to me was to see even more of the child within you.
Love 
Patti

David and Donna:
I wish to express my deepest condolences in the passing of your mother.  I can only imagine how this must impact a family.  I knew Patricia briefly, however, it was enough time to recognize her elegance, her spirit, her humor and her generosity in many ways.  In reading the obituaries, confirming what a kind, gentle, caring individual she was.  May God guide you both through this difficult time.  It is very difficult right now I know.  But, time does really heal.  The pain is still there, it just isn't as acute.  At some point you will be able to recall your wonderful memories with smiles on your faces instead of tears.  May God comfort you and allow you peace during this time.

My deepest condolences to the Griffiths family. I met Patricia 3 years ago when i relocated here to Colorado from Arizona. She was one of the first patients i had met, and from that first day she had a smile for me every time, and a gracious spirit.  We had many memorable conversations, that i will never forget.  I will forever appreciate and remember the kindness she showed me. Thank you Patricia, and thanks to her family for a wonderful, beautiful woman.

Dear Donna and David, I am having difficulty locating your current addresses, so I will write here in hopes of sending my love.  I am so sorry about the loss of Pat.  She was a remarkable lady who touched the lives of every member of the Griffiths family.  She was gracious and made everyone feel special, and she set such an example of what it meant to be a real lady.  I will truly miss her and am so grateful that she was able to attend two of our reunions.  Also, so thrilled to see both of you at the one in SLC.  I hope all is well and know that the memories of her will bring much joy to both of you.  Blessings and love, Marti
Please send me your addresses...I'd love to stay in touch.

Donna and David;
Please accept my heartfelt condolences in the loss of your mother.  She was an extraordinary lady and I loved her dearly.  She was such a special and wonderful person and I am honored to have known her.

I remember that I just adored Pat on first sight, and that joyful interest continued with every delightful visit later throughout the years. As luck and life would have it, she became ?""Mama Pat?"" to me ?- and I loved her like a second mom. We shared a deep dedication to family, a personal passion for cooking and entertaining - and exchanged treasured recipes and foodie info and family fun.
 As email pals for the last several years we enjoyed the full gamut of online humor?.
So?. to you dearest Mama Pat ..
     May the grace of your beauty and elegance bring smiles to the angels ?- just like you have for all of us!
And, until we meet again ?- I will miss you.
	Your other daughter,
	Mary Lee

It was very sad to say good bye to  Gramma Pat. But I feel so very fortunate to have known and experienced the spirit and life of such an incredible lady. She was really like a second mother to me, especially years ago when I needed someone to call on for support. I imagine she helped so many people and friends that way and that we all are so greatful to have had her in our lives. Thank you Gramma Pat for being the beautiful and loving person that you were, for helping me and for being the best Grand Mother my two kids could every have. We will really miss you and you will remain in our hearts and lives forever.

Dear sweet Pat inspired me so much.  She suffered with such dignity, grace, and self control and somehow managed to maintain her wonderful sense of humor right up until the very end.  I will never forget that expression she made when she wrinkled up her nose with that smile on her beautiful face.
It was truly an honor and a privilege to take care of her the last few months.  I will miss her greatly.
Mary Valenti, RN, BSN
Hospice of Larimer County

Pat and I have been best friends for the last 75 years. We met in second grade at Converse Grade School in Cheyenne and have been friends ever since. I will miss her very much.

For the first time in my life Grandma Pat is not here.  From taking me to Disney Land with Wes to showing me around Fort Collins, she has always been a part of my life.  The memories she provided are andless and priceless.

I was named for my mother's best friend, Patricia. When I was a child, my mother told me stories of their adventures as children.  Aunt Pat sent me lovely birthday presents that I still treasure today and cards.  I didn't have the opportunity to live near her but she was a part of my life growing up.  A  few years ago we started a correspondence.  She gave me much needed support and encouragement when I was having treatment for cancer.  She will always be in my heart.

It was my privilege to know Patricia for over 20 years.  She was a gracious lady and we enjoyed her.  Even as life ebbed, Patricia remained appreciative of the assistance we provided to her.  She was a special person and my staff and I felt very fortunate to know her.
Our deepest sympathy is extended to Patricia's family.

I grew up with the Donna Reed show, Loretta Young and Mrs. Cleaver    My mom was just as pretty as them and just as nice.  Our home was neat and pretty too. I thought all moms must be that way.  I didn?'t realize how special mine was until I started going to slumber parties and witnessed variations of the family theme.
My mother would look particularly beautiful when she went out with my father to Allen Center, the officers club on the Naval base, or to parties usually with other United Airlines pilots and their wives.  My tall, handsome parents made a striking couple.
When I had my own children, Jessen and Zachary, I realized what a truly great Mother I had.  As the first born so often benefits, she poured her whole self into me.   She introduced me so much of what life had to offer, then supported and encouraged even the slightest degree of aptitude I might show.   
I had ballet, tap and toe lessons.   She bought and made my costumes.  I figured out I could practice the positions and especially on point exercises in far more comfort if I did them in bed.   Though I was never to become a real ballerina, I did learn the hula that repeated at many talent shows and went on to one day write a weekly column on dance for a Santa Cruz entertainment newspaper.   
My mother was always my class room-mother and went on all the field trips.   Mostly, she was my best audience for the shows my childhood girl friend and I would present almost daily.
She made my Halloween costumes and even sewed a life-sized doll for me  that could actually wear my clothes.  I had piano lessons ?- and though I couldn?'t practice my chords in bed, I did learn to read music and play the Marine?'s Hymn, over and over, to my dad?'s delight.   My mother and I both read music a little and tried, with questionable results,  to use that skill at the First Congregational Church that we attended together.  We sang the hymns often hitting discordant notes.   Invariably, these errors would lead to giggling spasms that neither of us could contain.   During the sermon, tears would gather in my mother?'s brown eyes, nearly every Sunday.   I thought she was deeply touched by the Holy Spirit.  
She was easily prone to tears especially when someone she loved was leaving.   My mother resisted crying because ?""When I start, it is a like a faucet and I cannot turn them off.?""
She went back to college when I was 11 or so.    She started by taking an English class here and there at a junior college.   It wasn?'t long before her active, intelligent mind started to crave more.   I was so proud of her when she received her Bachelors degree and teaching credential.   I didn?'t realize until later that this was not common for women of that era.  She started teaching when I was in Junior High School.   Again, working mothers were still somewhat rare in those days.   I helped her grade papers occasionally until I was caught adding my own words of encouragement, that were, of course, read by her students as though she had written.   Comments like ?""Better luck next time,?"" ?""Try harder and you will succeed?"" were phrases she said to me, always wanting me to stay with a challenge.    She was asked to become a guidance counselor, and went back to school to get her Master?'s Degree and fulfill the requirements of that new position.    
Sometimes she told me really sad stories about the kids she counseled.    My mother was clearly present with these kids and cared deeply for them.   It was hard for me to understand how their parents could be so horrible.   How could I understand such a thing?  It was outside my sphere of experience.  
Without knowing it, my mother was the first feminist I ever knew.  She taught me to be self-reliant and encouraged my creative, personal expression.  I remember her saying more than once, ?""Be sure to have a career whether you are married or not.?""  At the time I think she meant to make sure that I could survive calamity on my own, but, in retrospect, I believe she also wanted me to experience the self-satisfaction that a career and interests outs

Patricia Griffiths has been such an important part of my life since the age of 4 yrs.  
Having moved to Garden Grove in 1954, the Griffiths family were our next door neighbors.  I grew up enjoying the friendship between our two families along with the beauty pagents organized by her daughter Donna and playing ""superman"" with her son David in the backyard doghouse.  
In the 1960's our lives took different paths, but after the death of my mother and the passing of Wes, Patricia and my father Harry reconnected and for the next 25 years, Patricia was the love of my father's life.
Patricia lovingly and patienly embraced all of the Kittleman family and with unconditional love, the role of ""Grandma Pat"" to our children.
I just know in my heart, that all the loved ones that left us too early will be standing and waiting to greet our Grandma Pat and that their beloved Jake will be at the front of the pack!
Patricia, you will be missed by so many.

From the moment I met Pat more than 25 years ago I was struck by her warm and gracious elegance.  She was a beautiful woman who was always impeccably groomed and erect in her style.  But, it was her smiling eyes that hinted at the underlying humor and joy she shared in family and friends that made her so appealing.  
As my closest friend?'s mother Pat was always thoughtful and sensitive to me about the loss of my own mom.  I once told her a story about the last time I had contact from my mother.  It was a Valentine?'s Day card from her that arrived the day before she died.  I was living far away from her in Switzerland at the time.   Every year after Pat heard my story she has sent me a Valentine?'s Day card in honor of my mother?'s memory.  And, every year I received her card I was once again touched by the sweetness and generosity of the sentiment.
If there is a hereafter I'm sure Wes, Harry, Irene, Roy, Maysie and Chris were there to escort Pat onto meet the Great Superintendent in the Sky.  And, I am just as confident, she will be a lovely addition to the spirits that may inhabit a heaven.

I'm so sorry to hear about Patricia's passing.  I am the veterinarian who helped with Jake's euthanasia this past July.  She was a lovely woman, very stately and elegant.  My condolences to her family.
Dr. Kathleen Cooney

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Patricia L. Griffiths

16 mayo, 1926 – 6 noviembre, 2007

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