Pat Cockroft was born in Halifax, England in 1926 to Lily and Edward Fleming.
At the young age of 22 she ventured to the other side of the world, to a place unknown to her. Pat was a true pioneer and after a living in Vancouver for a short while, she ultimately settled in Victoria. She lived for 18 months in a house under construction with no running water and had to haul buckets of water several blocks to her home. But from that modest home she created a life rich with friends, family and love.
Pat had a son Philip, and daughters Linda and Heather. Love expanded her family to include 13 grandchildren and 19 great-grandchildren.
She always said she loved every member of her family equally. She also cherished her many friends and enjoyed meeting them for a fun-filled tea and chat.
Everything Pat did was for family and friends. She knitted sweaters for them, crocheted blankets, and baked the fluffiest berry pies after spending afternoons picking berries.
Throughout her life she visited Philip’s and Heather’s families in Alberta. She visited as often as she could and later spoke about those visits with a deep fondness.
Pat retired in her early 60’s. Ten years later when Linda became a mother, Pat helped raise her grandchildren with tenderness and a deep abiding love.
But Pat was also known for her wonderful sense of humour. She loved to laugh, sing and dance in the family home much to the amusement of her children. She also created many a Mr. Bean story to the delight of her grandchildren.
A light has been blown out and those who love her feel it. But she lives in our hearts, her love and beliefs imbedded in us. She is sorely missed but we are all the better for having had her in our lives.
“Miss me a little, but not too long
And not with your heads bowed low
Remember the love we once shared
Miss me, but let me go.
Until we meet again.
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