Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Pat Marcotte

Pat was my friend. Each summer she would write to me while I was in the monastery. Yesterday I received a letter from Pat. I did not know at that moment, as I read her letter, that she was dead. The evening before, she had been killed in a car accident. She was coming home from having done yet one more good deed.
I was shocked and saddened when I found out later that evening that she was dead. I stood up in my cell and walked over to the window. I saw a beautiful sunset. I thought, "This is a sunset that Pat will never see." Then I realized that Pat was seeing the maker of the sunset, the source of the beauty. We do not always know when it will be our last day of watching sunsets this side of life. I had been thinking about my future, a given to me. What if today is my last day? How am I living it? Am I ready?
I miss Pat. I hope I get to where she is now. We pray for one another, she from a better venue than me. I will keep her letter to remind me to live a bit more in the moment.


  1. I'm so sorry for your loss. I met Pat at your talks at SHJ. Nice lady. I just found out that I knew her parents! Back when I was a CU student and working at the hospital. I have such fond memories of them.

  2. Sunday's Gospel, the day Pat died, was from John 3:16;
    "God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him might not perish, but might have eternal life".
    Today, I will say a rosary for her family and remember her sweet, sweet smile.

  3. My Mother, Pat was a Saint. My life will be forever shattered without her. She was the beautiful light in my life. I love you Mom with all my heart and soul. I want my Mom back.

    As the people say in Italy: "Santo Subito!" "Saint Immediately" This is my most beautiful, kind, giving, thoughtful Mamma.