Patricia Brown Fitz-Roy

A decade has passed, and a lot has happened. Don, Jenny, and your parents are with you. Don, Jr. is grieving as expected. He orchestrated a wonderful memorial service for Jenny. I know you all are proud of him. Continue to rest well, my friend.

I was a classmate of Pat's at College High School. I have many fond memories of her as a fellow cheerleader, athlete, and friend. She was ebullient, full of life, funny, and had a heart of gold. I remember taking the bus home after basketball games. Despite the weather we would just leave on our blue gym outfits and yellow CHS sweatshirts under our coats and stand in the snow at the bus stop at the bottom of the hill. Pat had brilliant green mohair mittens and when she laughed her eyes...

I was a classmate of Pat's at College High School. We were together for the formative years from 7th to 12th grade. Pat was fun, smart and had a twinkle in her eye. Pat possessed an innate sense of self and composure. She carried herself beautifully. My sympathy to her mother, sister Linda and children.

Over six years of high school and a class of 30, you get to know each other in many ways. One of my fondest memories of Pat is playing basketball and field hockey with her. She played forward and I backed her up. We were a great team. I took great pleasure in setting her up for a goal which she frequently got! I can see us now in our funny, blue gym uniforms. She is missed but in all of our hearts.

Catherine Millar

I knew Pat for three years (grades 7-9) at College High, then reconnected last year through Facebook. We spent many days "playing" at each other's houses and navigating through junior high together. Reconnecting last year was a gift and felt as if the intervening years were a blink.

They say a person dies twice: once when their body dies and later when there are no more stories to tell about the person. She will live on for many more stories.

Love to her family.

During grades 7-12, between classes and riding the #76 bus to and from, we were together about seven hours a day. I'm not sure I've ever met a person so full of life as Pat. Down to earth and a joy to be around. And as Amy says below, often the ringleader!
There were thirty of us that did the six years together. Now there is one empty desk and thirty empty spots in the hearts of the College High Class of 1968.

I thought of Pat as our leader in navigating adolescence. She was generous to me when i needed it. My deepest sympathies to all ...with a special nod to pat's mom.

Pat was my steadfast seat mate at College High, back in alphabetical times. She always had a smile, was extraordinarily kind and warm, and was a beautiful soul. Her music will surely play on for those of us who will miss her.

As a classmate of Pat's for 6 years at College HIgh, I can still picture her very expressive gestures, smiling eyes , and spontaneous enthusiasm as she breezed through the hallways. You couldn't miss her strong emotional side - especially from her sensitive responses to anyone having a bad day. I was a cheerleader with her, and I remember she was really good at touching her head to her feet when she did a jump. Pat put fun in your day and I'm sure for this she will be sorely missed. My...