A hell cat is what her mama used to call her when she was growing up. Patty never thought anyone else was right.She had to find a way to prove that her way was better. Sometimes she did and the times she didn’t; she never apologized.
Young men were apprehensive when approaching Patty. Oh, she was pretty enough, but that spirit. It was like nearing a wild horse, needing to be tamed. There was this one young man, who loved a challenge, and to him; she was the biggest challenge ever. He won, she tamed a little, and today, after fifty-five years later, Bud stood over his wife, tears that shouldn’t be shown, were running down his cheeks.
Patty had the disease. Cancer is the name they gave it at the doctor’s office. It was a mean spirited demon that was much stronger than Patty ever was. She had been fine one day, then suddenly without notice, she took to the bed.
After a few days of feeling no better, Bud called the doc in. Now here the two were, in the one room where all the memories stood strong. The place their love showed so strong. A room where their family had been started. Now death lay near, and Bud found himself singing a song that had been played on their wedding day.
Patty looked up into his eyes. She took his hand and placed it over her heart. With a whisper she said,”You were always the one for me”. Her frail, pale hand and her eyes closed.