Hey Patrick1, please accept my deepest condolences for your loss.
I feel a bit uncomfortable posting in this thread because I feel like a stranger, but from what I have read, Mrs Patrick sounds like she was a remarkable women.
Ive had someone very close to me pass away recently and I would just like to leave this poem for you that I find very comforting.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
By Mary Elizabeth Frye