Thank you for visiting Pat's web site and Guest Book. She acquired the domain www.BluePie.net back a few years ago. Our hope is to have Pat's friends visit the site over the next few months as we cope with missing her.

The family will post an assortment of photos and graphics, memories and emotions for your to view and comment on through this guest book.

Please visit again soon as we add to this site in an attempt to share our joy of Pat!

Send an email my way if you have thoughts or suggestions or other materials that you think we should share. Thank you... Bless you all.
The Ryans and the Taylors

As I gaze across the street, there is an emptiness there. On a normal sunny afternoon, I would see Pat out in the garage, working on art projects or yard work. Always so busy and always in the garage, her studio. There beside her, would be LuLu, her dog, laying on her pillow, standing guard if anyone were to pass by. Pat, was the neighborhood protector. She looked out for all of the neighborhood. I always felt safe, knowing that Pat was there watching what was happening in the neighborhood and making sure all was well. She kept not only Marty safe but the neighborhood as well.
Dog Biscuits...yes, she always had a stash of dog biscuits, just waiting for you to walk past with your dog. Bailey, our yellow lab would watch to see if Pat was there and of course, would make a bee-line to her, waiting for those dog biscuits. Her kindness was very noticable to the four-legged friends as well.
Days like today, you would expect to see her working away in the garage. She will be surely missed. Our Hearts go out to each and every member of the family. We care and will miss her.

Remembering Pat by Aimee Ryan Rosier

With spunky hair and faded shirt,
Old coffee cup in hand,
She smoked out in the garage,
As she made her next art plan.

My aunt, she taught me of so much,
Encouraged me when young,
I learned of creativity,
And that art was always fun.

In Chicago, we drew the pigeons,
In New Mexico, we made cows,
But no matter where Pat was,
Artistic freedom, she allows.

The earth it was a special love,
She recycled everything,
Doing her part for years before
It was cool to say “I’m green”.

She never criticized,
Accepted all for who they were,
Unique made them more beautiful,
Those different, she’d prefer.

She was strong and independent,
Brave and gentle in her fight,
You're lucky if you knew her,
Inside you saw God's light.

No longer does illness hold her,
Heaven is her new start,
Cancer took her body,
But God still holds her heart.

For my precious Aunt Pat.
May she rest in peace... 11/7/07

Somehow, Pat is still with me and I believe always will be. I find that I can't write about the qualities she had but will try to share with you how I think about her. Sterling, dedicated, caring, and convincing - I gain so much from her friendship: the knowledge that it will always be there, the enhancement of my sense of self worth, my love of expression, my realization of the intricacies that can be expressed with visual art. Pat knows how to share her love of art, and she knows how to share a love of life that she fought bravely to preserve.

We belongs to the same art organization, Rainbow Artists, and she gives much to it. Themes of our earlies exhibits were expressed with Pat's art. She continues to give to our art group with her art work which is always loved but she never shuns the menial tasks that are necessary to keep us going; and our logo is Pat's expression. Dear Pat, I am so thankful for your life.

I will really miss Pat at our Rainbow Artists events. She was a strong and wonderful presence in our group. My thoughts and prayers go out to her family and friends.
Marian

We came to know Pat little by little over many years. We three working together at our house some years ago, building the Wyoming Library installation, turned our respect for her as a superb designer and artist into that deeper connection,love. Those were glorious none-such days.

We wish today was the first day we were meeting
instead of our last final leave taking.
We wish we could do it all over again.
We will cherish our friendship with her forever.

I never met you, but I feel I knew you through your brother, Jay. What a wonderful lady you were. I wish I HAD met you. I envy you because you got to see my dad before me. If you haven't met him yet, look him up. His name is Russ Sowle and moved to where you are living now on January 3, 1978.
Just wanted to write and say you were a beautiful lady who who did beautiful things for others and is now in a beautiful place, and to thank you for who you were and what you were while living here on earth.
Go with God!

As i write this i want you to know how much i really miss you and how much i love you so. You are a hero in my eyes battling so hard for so long. You give me strength and braveness to go on to stay strong for each and every day. You have a star up in the sky that is yours alone. I look at it each and every nite and pray. I always tell you that I love you. I know that you will always be looking down on me, protecting me. As you sit there in peace with grampy behind those beautiful golden gates. Just know that I love you both very much and you will always be in my heart as those special people in my life.

I have this one memory that for some reason has been really in the forefront of my mind every time I think about Pat. It was this one time when I was visiting her in Chicago about 20 years ago. From my memory, I feel like I was there visiting Pat by my myself, but I have a feeling I probably just stayed with her one night while mom and dad were across town at my grandparents house! Either way, it was a big deal for a 6 yr old. Pat lived in a tiny studio apartment crammed with cats, art, and a bed on teh floor. At the time, I thought the place was sooooo cool. What's ironic is that at age 23 I too learned to cram everything into 500 sq ft of space in my downtown Dallas efficiency. Sadly, I only remember one thing about the trip. This one afternoon, Pat took me out for a walk and she gave me this little spiral sketch book and a pencil. The pencil didn’t have an eraser. Pat said I didn’t need one because “there were no mistakes in art”. We plopped down there in a square in downtown Chicago and sketched everything from pigeons, to people, to the hotdog that I ate for lunch from the corner stand. It was that day that I truly came to understand what art was. It was more than just what Pat did for a living… it was the way that she expressed who she was and how she saw life.

I have known the Ryan family for years because we were neighbors in Glenview, IL, and my dear friendship with Pat's sister, Judy (Babe). It was not until I moved to AZ that I was lucky enough to get to know Pat as a woman. We knew each other as children because of our association with Judy.

I feel so blessed to be included as one of Pat's friends in the last 5 years. She touched me in many ways. We had a kinship that developed in a way that I can't express. You just knew it was there. She reached out to people with such kindness and support that came from the bottom of her huge heart.

To her loving family, I express my deepest sympathy at this very testing time. Embrace all that she was and know she is with us, and perhaps in a better place. I don't pretend to know about the mystery of life. I do try and believe that we are here to make a difference, and a positive one, if we choose to. She did just that in many peoples's lives. She certainly did in mine and that is where I will keep her. God, bless her and may her family feel what she would have wanted. I believe that would be peace and serenity.