Sandra and Roland Curnow (Niece)

Entered January 19, 2020 from Penticton

RIP to Beautiful Auntie Pat xo. Throughout my life I have always looked up to her and admired her strength, intelligence, witty sense of humour and great laugh. Her sense of style and Class, selfless volunterrism, dignity and kindness left its mark on all those she encountered. A great lady whose presence will be missed.

Cathy Lee Keogh Hammond (Adopted niece)

Entered January 19, 2020 from Georgetown, Ontario

An extraordinary lady. Mega watt smile and heart of gold. Your loved ones in heaven needed you. Your loved ones on earth will always have you in their/our hearts. God bless Aunt Pat. May God hold you in the palm of his hand.

John Douglas Pritchard (Cousin)

Entered January 19, 2020 from Mission, British Columbia

You are such a light filled with love and great memories, I'll never forget all the times you made us feel so welcome and loved. Rest in Peace, Until we meet again. xoxo

Michael Scott (Son)

Entered January 19, 2020 from Sidney, British Columbia

Mom, you will forever be in my heart.
Your and dad’s example, taught me so much about how to live life as an authentic human being.
Your effortless grace and selfless generosity towards everyone you met, will continue to inspire me for the rest of my life.
Your lifelong love affair with dad was truly one for the ages. I feel so blessed to have grown up in a ringside seat at it.
Now, after a long wait, you are reunited once again with dad and I couldn’t be happier for you.
I love you, mom!

Andy and Cathy (Neice and Nephew in law)

Entered January 20, 2020 from Florida

Oh Aunt Pat how I will miss you.....can't begin to count the ties we have....right from the start....you were more a big sister than Aunt...then all the times we shared....cottages bunking when Tammy was just born, and I was as big as a house. crammed into 3 bedroom with 9 or 10 people....no hot water.....no bathtub.....cards every night…….swatting mosquitoes......fish fry's but the Spohns enjoyed every minute spent with the Scotts....good memories...I'm sure you are going over all this with our heavenly family...give Normie and everyone else a big hug......love you

Dad, in the living room at our first house in Scarborough, calls out, “...hey Red!...”.
Mom, in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner, gets that perky look in her eye, hangs up her apron and heads for the living room to rendezvous with dad.
Seconds later, a noisy commotion of giggling, laughing, squealing and bumping sounds.
I peer around the corner, just in time to see little Robert, airborne, leaping on top of mom and dad...WHO...are lying together on the couch...smooching and hugging to beat the band!
Little Tammy squeals and jumps into this jumble of bodies and voila!!...a love-in!...Scott style!!!

One of the benefits of growing up with mom and dad, was you that got to be on the receiving end of many ‘pearls of wisdom’ about love and relationships. One night during my teenage ‘dating years’, mom and dad sidled up to me in the kitchen.
Dad opened with, “...Mike, when you take a lady out to a restaurant, it’s good to be prepared to pay for the whole bill...”. Mom, smiling, added, “...Mike, it’s good to have $100.00 with you...”.
“Yes”, said dad, not missing a beat, “...because you don’t know what she is going to order...” ...l o n g p a u s e... “...she might order the Lobster Thermidor...”.
“You’ll be glad you brought $100.00”, adds mom.
Afterward, I remember walking away from the kitchen thinking, “...what the heck would ever possess me to date a girl that orders Lobster Thermidor??!!...”
Clearly, this pearl of wisdom was going to take some serious time to digest.
Eventually, I did...after further guidance from the ‘pearls of wisdom’ masters, mom and dad!

Two wonderful memories of my mom:
Coming home from school on a cold winter’s night, opening the front door and smelling the aroma of mom’s home made Italian meatballs and spaghetti (the 1960’s at 29 Templeton Court in Scarborough).
Mom coming home on Friday nights from shopping and the hairdresser, with her hair in a massive beehive and carrying a box of chocolate donuts from Hunts bakery!

So, just how DID mom and dad meet, you may be wondering?
What sparked it all, was mom’s rascally dog named Whiskey.
Whiskey really looked forward to his daily walks with mom.
Every day, mom would leave her home at 10 Sylvan with Whiskey in tow.
Mom and Whiskey would head one block east on Sylvan and then turn south on Havelock, where dad lived at number eight.
As mom and Whiskey passed by dad’s house each day, dad’s brother’s, Pete, Chip and Donny, would all be all looking out at the street from their living room window.
On seeing mom, they would all be shouting, “...hey Norm, get over here!...here’s that good looking girl, walking her dog again!...”.
Now, I’ve always wondered just why it was that dad’s three brothers were always hanging around their living room window each day to notice mom and Whiskey walking by, but I guess that’s a story for another day.
So, thank you, Whiskey!
And thank you, Pete, Chip and Donny!

In addition to birthing me, loving me, bathing me, feeding me (I was breastfed, yay!), clothing me, keeping me safe at night from the boogie man and loving me a whole lot more, my mom was a life long coach to me.
At times, mom coached me quietly, like the time when I was nine and I announced to her in the kitchen, "...mom, I'm going to get a paper route and make my own money..." She just smiled at me and said, "...that's lovely, Michael..."
At other times mom was a much more vocal coach, like the time she was teaching me how to use a typewriter, so I could type up my own school reports, "...MICHAEL!!...you can't press two keys at the same time!!..."
Mom's true gift though, as my life coach, was that she would always listen to me when I had something to say.
I have always had a lot to say, so mom did quite a lot of listening in our life together.
Only by my middle age, did I begin to fully appreciate how blessed I was, that my mom listened to me.
And now as I look back throughout all of our years together, I recognize that In her own kind, generous and mostly quiet way, my mom was teaching me the value of listening.
Mom, I am in awe of your love for me.
I love you.