
I’d like to take this moment to remember my dear friend, Patricia Ebertz, on what would have been her 74th birthday. Pat quietly passed away in her home on October 10, 2009 while surrounded by her children, grandchildren, and friends. She had been battling cancer since late August.
Pat was one of the first friends I made after moving to Stillwater. A born-and-raised Minnesotan, she helped this woefully-unprepared transplant get acclimated to the area with grace and good humor. Pat was so generous: she would often bring over baked goods during my hectic book deadlines, pet-sit my dog while I attended business meetings, and was a sympathetic supporter whenever I needed to blow off steam. We’d often take walks together, enjoy coffee breaks and high tea, and just laugh about life in her living room. She was friendly with everyone, including perfect strangers, and was well-known in the neighborhood. A woman of many talents, Pat greatly enjoyed her hobbies as a gift bag designer, aspiring children’s writer, accomplished cook, and activist. I learned so much from her in the short time that we had together and viewed her as a cherished grandmother.
I am grateful to her family for showing her my newest book,
Baseball on Mars / Beisbol En Marte, the day before she passed. I painted Pat’s beloved
cat into the illustrations as homage to her. Even in her condition, she had laughed with every turn of the page. My gratitude goes to her family for letting me join them yesterday to bid her farewell. While I couldn't tell Pat all that was in my heart, I feel that in the end, she did know how special she was.
“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.” Goodbye, my friend. You were loved, and you will be missed.