Anita Fritz
Pat was my oldest sister, and I will miss her very much. She was funny and could laugh at all sorts of situations. Her tiny body could pack a punch. I remember growing up that she could make a fist, punch you in the arm, and those bony knuckles really delivered a message. All she had to do was make a fist, and I would quit teasing or pestering her. And growing up on the farm, we all learned to love nature. I will miss our conversations about flowers, birds, and the seasons. She was passionate about the beauty of the world. And I will always be grateful to Pat for introducing me to the world of water colors. I will think of her every time I sit down to paint. I am so grateful that my beautiful sister was in my world. She will be missed but never forgotten. Anita