I have so many great memories of Aunt Patty. When we were little we travel from Sharon to Presque Isle and spend the day at the beach. We would stop at papa's house (Patty's dad) and he would dry our hair with a towel. I mean rub our little heads until our hair was bone dry! He always ate black licorice and Aunt Patty would tell us where his "stash" was so we could raid it. He also had those pink candies that looked and tasted like pepto bismal. When I moved back to Tampa and Quinn was just a baby, Patty, Uncle Don, Kevin, my mom, Carol and my sister, Julie, came down for a visit. We laughed so hard, went to see Uncle John and Aunt Judy, what a party! Patty had a candy stash and thus the nickname "Gramma Goody"! Aunt Patty was always so kind and loving and so close to our Lord, Jesus, I know she is in a better place, but I will never forget how good she made me feel. Prayers for Uncle Don and all of the Trapp family.