My friend Pat L. Nichol passed away in May 2018. Despite her illness and an earlier physical disability which left it difficult to walk she, was courageous, determined, independent and found room for writing and living a joyous life until she transitioned over.
Pat was a prolific writer and whether it be poems, stories, novels or memoir they were always very well crafted. Her stories never left me not wanting to turn the page. She was also, a fine poet. Every 1st Thursday once a month we'd meet for several years to exchange that which was precious-our words strung together to take others on a journey, to help us understand the world, to create music with words and to provide insight to our readers through many genres.
I miss you Pat, but your words live on and I hold your memory dear and am grateful to have had you in my life.
Pat's Story In a family of secret keepers, words were to become very, very important to me. As far back as I can remember (and I don’t remember much of my early childhood), I loved books. In that small town plains environment of Brush, Colorado, where I grew up, I can remember the library in great detail: I entered through the north doors, the librarian’s desk was in the center of the room on the right side, and the children’s section was beyond that desk. This memory is etched in my mind in detail. Maybe accurately or maybe not. Who knows?
Pat passed away in May of 2018.