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Dearest Friends,

In 2008, Patty came into the restaurant where I was working, and our mutual friend Charlene introduced us. As globe-trotting gypsies, we were kindred spirits, and we knew it immediately. It is a rare and precious phenomenon when two souls recognize each other, and she took me under her wing in the fierce, maternal way I have watched her adopt so many other humans since. Her ability to infuse people with a sense of belonging was powerful and steadfast.

Sometimes you get swept onto the right train at the right time, and I very much feel that way about the period in which I met Patty. She was fresh off of a divorce, and determined not to wallow in self-pity or despair. While most people would do this through therapy or taking on new hobbies, Patty signed up to volunteer in South Africa for six months, rescuing orphaned children, all of whom were victims of unspeakable sexual assaults. That work led to a larger initiatives across South Africa and Kenya to address violence and abuse of women and children and further education initiatives, a crucial component to lifting them out of their current circumstances. Upon her return to the States, she continued to her mission to change the world. She reconnected with (and then married) the love of her life and founded her nonprofit, Tough Angels (TA) and Rings of Hope, as a way of continuing the work she began in Africa. Her work with TA soon landed her back in Africa to create a gender based violence resource center and a women’s sustainable agriculture project in Lodwar, Kenya, the host community to the refugee camp Kakuma. Tough Angels could not have been more aptly named, as Patty embodied and sowed a divine strength in whatever she put her mind to.

We all had the grand opportunity to watch her spin her magic, while reveling in the glow of her enormous love, loyal friendship, and boundless passion. Patty lived more loudly, courageously, and magnetically than anyone I have ever met. She was profoundly curious about people, humanity, and the planet. Her benevolence drenched everything and everyone she touched.

While her heart was too big for this world, her physical body often worked against her unstoppable fervor for life. Starting at the ripe old age of 23, she moved through breast cancer, years of being bedridden with unknown illnesses, lupus, chronic pain, broken bones and torn ligaments, mysterious autoimmune issues, countless surgeries and doctors, and staggering bouts of depression.

On New Years Eve of 2019, Patty called me and told me she had some bad news. She revealed to me that her doctors had discovered a calcified brain tumor, and that she had been diagnosed with vascular dementia, a degenerative brain disorder with no options or cure.

True to form, Patty turned to life. Her and Raymond took a Once-In-A-Lifetime-Bucket- List trip to Scandinavia to see the aurora borealis and frolic with sled dogs. She cashed out her retirement account and started spoiling the daylights out of herself (and everyone around her). She did research for an online guerrilla group that fought for justice for a black man who had been wrongfully and brutally beaten. She continued to birth friendships and connect with humans around the globe.

On July 6th, Patty told me that she was starting to feel like her brain was separating from her soul. I pointed out possibilities of what could be going on, drunk on my own optimism and denial, but she was adamant that it was the dementia, and that it was progressing. She was hellbent on not living out her grim prognosis, and was suddenly grasping for options to determine her own fate.

Death With Dignity and Right To Die laws only apply to terminal patients who have six months left to live, and who are able to advocate for themselves. By the time dementia and Alzheimer’s patients have six months left, they have been cruelly robbed of any semblance of who they were, and unable to advocate for themselves. Because of this, the only option for ending life on her terms, and not winding up in memory care, was to commit to a process called VSED (Voluntarily Stopping Eating and Drinking) as other options for ending life could leave loved ones legally implicated in the death.

Throughout this process, I have heard many people comment about the “choice” Patty made. While yes, this was a decision, it was not one that came lightly or easily—but one that arrived because Patty felt that she had no other option. I watched her struggle for months with debilitating fear and anxiety over what this would feel like, whether or not she could do it, what kind of impact it would have on those of us present, and how long she could wait without missing her window of lucidity. I watched her attempt to step into legislative action, I watched her contemplate using her final months of life to fight for better rights and more humane options for people in her position. And I watched her withdraw in sorrowful defeat, realizing she no longer had the time nor the energy left to champion this cause.

However, there was something else she wanted to change: She wanted to change the face of death as we relate to it in our culture. She wanted her death to be an open conversation, she wanted it to be a journey of transformation and absolution, she wanted her process to be a celebration. She wanted to let ALL of the emotions have a stage—the grief and the devastation, but more importantly the wonder and awe of such a sacred initiation that each and every one of us will encounter. She wanted to make this transparent, and inviting, and she wanted to infuse it with as much gusto as she had invested in her time alive. She wanted to create this for herself so that she could again help light the way for others one final time.

And she did.

The last five months have been some of the most holy I have witnessed. Patty has shared every morsel of this experience with an open heart and her gregarious, unmistakable laugh. She has begged for answers from the spirit world and has received them. She has journeyed into uncertainty and returned with wisdom and insight. She has incessantly teased her cats. She has asked for help and allowed herself to receive it. She has let herself grieve, she has let herself lament, and she has let herself make outrageous jokes about dying. We have held ceremonies and sang prayers and danced in bed. She has enjoyed a lot of saké and a lot of these little treats she affectionately called “Chocolate Fuckers”. She has entertained us with story after story of her life, while never ceasing to dive into the depths of making sure those she loved knew how much she cared. I can not count how many times she jumped out of bed, regardless of pain or fatigue, in an attempt to get me something from the kitchen or “host” me in some other loving way.

Somewhere in the midst of all of this, she embraced her death and its process with a visceral sense of acceptance. Having witnessed this arrival from a place of paralyzing fear, it was a relief for all of us, and a testament to her determination to get intimate with whatever this ride asked of her. More than once, having noticed an auspicious sign or encounter, she squealed to me, “My god, Bug! This is so beautiful and I am so ready!”

On the Solstice, Raymond drove the three of us to an open field so that we could watch Jupiter and Saturn dance with each other in the night sky. When we returned home, Patty was emotional with joy. She confessed, “I finally know what it feels like to love myself. I feel complete, and so damn lucky. I won’t ever again apologize for my life or who I am. I have faced some incredible challenges – my Dad said I was made of barbed wire, but self-acceptance was by far my most difficult lesson. I never, ever thought I would feel this way even though I knew it was the one thing in life I had to conquer before it was all over. I can say, honesty and truly, I’m proud of who I am and how I chose to live my life.”

And then she pleaded with us to let her do one last coat drive.

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts for all of the love, support, and friendship you brought to Patty’s life. Thank you for being a part of this memoriam, for gifting this community with your stories of this incredible human, and for helping us to continue to carry Patty’s message and work out into the world for generations to come.

Big love,
Katie Stone


Patty’s Perspective 

 

“I found my portal, and I’m really happy! and I want you to be too. this is cool. Everything is alright.”

 
 

Signs From Spirit

 

Throughout this path, particularly in the last six months, Patty has been held by ancestors, spirit guides, and the magic of nature. These experiences gave her an enormous sense of confidence and peace on her path, and as she neared closer to death, she wanted to share these experiences as part of her story as a way of helping others understand and be curious about the ways we are supported when we trust that our lives have meaning. It’s been a mystical experience to witness, and while these are a handful of the stories of things that happened, I can assure you that as she went into the VSED process, these messages were appearing on a near constant basis. —Katie

Patty engaged in medicine ceremonies with Scott and another shaman, Sean, during one of her periods of deeper transition. One particular ceremony left Patty with a visceral sense of interconnectedness, and this realization was profound for her. The next morning, Patty and Raymond were sitting out on their rooftop patio and looked up. Seven eagles were circling above them. Three weeks later, we did another ceremony for the purpose of coalescing the group who would be with Patty through her death. A man came to the house to sing Kirtan, and he drew a card for us from the Mayan calendar. That calendar day was 7 Eagles.


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Patty was estranged from her family, and this was a perpetual sense of hellish ache. Her relationship with her father had been deep, and because of circumstances, she had been unable to communicate with him for over twenty years. He passed two years ago, and when he did, his spirit showed up for Patty immediately. The work they did together after his passing was monumentally healing for her, and allowed her to have a sense of closure with their distance. Three weeks ago, Patty began to experience a wholehearted sense of completion with her life.

Around this time, Patty was going through pictures on her phone, and found one of a piece of paper. It was a note she had written to her dad in the throes of chronic, excruciating pain two years ago. “Dad, I know you’ve helped me before, and I need you to help me with the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. I need to learn to love myself before I die.”


Last summer, during a phase of intense anxiety, Patty realized that her fears centered on missing her window of lucidity for choosing to start VSED before it was too late. She did numerous consultations with two astrologers she trusted, and based upon her astrological chart, she picked January 5th.

As the date grew closer, Patty began to clear out some of her belongings. One day she was going through a box that contained notes from a workshop she had done. A photograph fell out of the box. It was a picture of her and her dad, taken on the day she was set to have reconstructive surgery from her breast cancer—in many ways, the beginning of Patty’s tumultuous journey with her health. The date on the back of the photograph read January 5, 1984.


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Patty’s beloved brother, Robert, passed away in August. Patty was devastated, as her relationship with Robert meant the world to her. The week following his death, Raymond and Patty were sitting on the rooftop having a drink, and P was on the phone telling a story about Robert. He had been an avid runner, and every time he ran a race, he would take a marker and write smiley faces on the palms of the hands of his cheer squad to remind runners that they were having a good time.

As Patty recounted her story, Raymond began waving his arms to get her attention. The clouds in the sky had parted just enough to make a smiley face, identical to the ones Robert drew on the hands of his squad.


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Patty was struggling with fear and a lot of pain, and her and Scott had done a session of shamanic journeying together. During the session, Patty had a vision of a bed of brightly colored flower petals laid out before her. There was a presence with her that picked her up and spread her out on the petals. When the session was finished, Scott shared with Patty that the Chippewa Nation had showed up in his journey, and they had told him that they were opening a portal for Patty. When she got off the phone after their session, she opened an email on conscious dying, and the headlining photo on the email was of a bird laying on a bed of vividly colored flower petals.

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 Dementia Diagnosis

In Patty’s words:

“In December 2019, life dealt me a hand that horrified me. I was diagnosed with a benign brain tumor and vascular dementia. 

I wasn't entirely shocked. I had been compensating for cognition and memory loss for years, always searching to tweak my diet, detox from medications, changing my work habits, and devouring every holistic and alternative approach I could find. I'd navigated difficult health issues most of my adult life, but my brain was a different story. I was petrified, and so was Raymond. 

After the initial shock, we scrambled for solid ground, but neither of us knew how to handle it or what to tell people. I'm sorry to admit this; with that diagnosis came tremendous shame and embarrassment, which at this stage seems so cruel. Why is there a stigma attached to mental illness? I'd done nothing to cause it or deserve it, but I sure wore the cloak of humiliation for the first few months. 

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I immediately started researching the disease's progression and what options were available. Things looked bleak, and none of the roads open to us was even an entertainable choice, in my opinion. Right to Die laws exist in Colorado, but dementia patients don't qualify as the law states you must have six months left to live and be able to advocate for yourself. That is wrong! Memory Care was out of the question, which further narrowed my choices. After weeks of research, I chose VSED (voluntarily stop eating and drinking). Can you believe that is the only legal way for me to end this nightmare without implicating Raymond in any way? VSED didn't look like much of a choice to me, but it was far better than memory care. 

Raymond and I cried, prayed, researched, and asked for guidance to help us make the right choices and find our way. My doctor told me I was in the worst part of the disease because I'm well aware of the decline, I can't stop it, but I'm cognizant enough to observe and notice the deterioration. For me it wasn't a steady slip, but a plunge with sharp, significant change.  

My brother died in August, and I lost a lot of ground.  I knew I had to make some decisions quickly while I could still reason. It was initially terrifying until I set the date to start VSED, and then it was like the heavens opened up to assist me. Mystical, magical things began appearing and the signs and guideposts have been consistent. 

I want to tell a different story about death. 

I want to face it with my eyes wide open. 

I will not shrink or cower from it. 

I refuse to buy the story that it was a dark and frightening experience.  

There is a better way to approach death.  It is a beautiful rebirth that can be embraced and celebrated for the magic it holds. “

~P


My Path

 
 

Resources

Patty firmly believed that we need to change the way we do death.   

Patty dedicated her life to helping others, from being the ‘Ice Mother’ in Antartica, to living in South Africa to help on the front lines of the rape crisis, ultimately founding Tough Angels dedicated to the prevention of violence and assault of women and children in developing countries.  She fought for human rights.

Tough Angels was a way of coalescing around a cause.  She quoted Ryunosuke Satoro.  “Individually, we are one drop. Together, we are an ocean.”

Let us use our ocean of love for Patty to advocate for changing the way we do death.  

Here are some resources on Death with Dignity