My friend Pat died last weekend and last night I attended her memorial service. Pat wasn’t well-educated or business savvy. She didn’t dress like a fashion plate or impress people with her witty repartee. Here’s what Pat did. She loved everyone. She raised five children plus some strays who dropped by and stuck around to live with her and her truckdriver hubby once in a while.  She cooked countless meals for a gang of people, she cleaned the house, watched T.V. and smiled and laughed a lot. She smoked cigarettes when she was young and she died of emphysema. That was the sad thing because she died too young. Everyone who stood up to speak about their relationship with Pat felt as if she were their sister or Mom. I’ll never be Pat. But as I looked around at the packed house attending her memorial I thought how terrific it is to just be the person you were designed to be. No striving, comparing, no pretending or posing. Pat was just herself; a kind and loving woman who never had an unkind word to say about anyone. Well done, Pat.