

June 18, 1943 – July 2, 2010


Pat, or Patty as she was known to most, was born in Utah at LDS hospital and grew up in the Ogden and Salt Lake areas. She was the third of four girls born to Donald Duane Dirkson and Betty Irene Martin. Her upbringing was at times chaotic and tumultuous. She attended both public and Catholic schools, moving often in her younger years. She completed the 10th grade before leaving home. She later obtained her GED certificate, with 3 children in tow.
Pat had a gypsy heart and found it difficult to stay in one place very long. From 1973-1998 Utah was primarily her home base but she had also lived in California, South Carolina and Alabama. In 2003 she moved to Arizona where she resided until her death.
She married three times and had five children. She loved her children very much and through all the rough years, she did her best to protect and provide for them. She coached little league baseball for her boys. Attended school and sporting events for her kids. In her later years she cherished the role of grandma. She loved her seven grandchildren immensely.
She also had a compassionate heart for animals. There was not a stray cat or dog she did not try to help. Her companion for 15 years was a dog named Osa. Pat found her starving, abused and nursing 11 puppies. She took her in, nursed her back to health and they formed an unbreakable bond. She felt they had walked similar paths.
Pat also loved to sew and always had some project in the works. She shared her love of sewing and crafting with her granddaughters.
Pat battled alcohol addiction and depression most of her life. Her internal struggles were difficult. But in her 50’s, with her grandchildren as her motivation, and her faith in God, she put that life aside and lived the rest of her days with a peaceful heart.
She faced her battle with pancreatic cancer with strength, dignity and courage. She endured horrible pain yet did not complain. She prayed for strength and answers, but she was never bitter. She battled her cancer for nine months and finally succumbed in the home of her son, with three of her children and her eldest grandson at her bedside.
Pat had faith in God and wasn’t scared at the end. She held on until she had her final blessing and communion. And within minutes she passed, peacefully. Her only regret was not having more time with her family. She had many visitors during the last month of her life and said her goodbyes. She admitted and accepted her mistakes, asked for forgiveness and conquered her inner demons.
Upon her death she wanted only a simple prayer service with family and close friends. And that hers and Osa’s ashes be spread together in the mountains around water.
Pat was a deeply loving woman who only sought love and kindness in this sometimes cruel world. She will be truly missed.
Rest in peace mom, we love you.

Proceeded in death by both parents:
Donald Duane Dirkson
Betty Irene Moore
Survived by her children,
Gerry, married to Gene
Donnie, married to JoAnn
Kevin
Bradley
Lyde (Jeff), married to Amy
Grandchildren,
Mathew (Gerry)
Dustin and Monique (Donnie)
Brytnye (Kevin)
Alyssa, Sydney, and Emily (Jeff)
Siblings,
Bobette
Gerry
Donna
Michael
Betsy

By Linda Jo Jackson
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free
I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took His hand when I heard him call;
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way;
I found that place at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared a laugh, a kiss;
Ah yes, these things, I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored much;
Good friends, good times, a loved ones touch.
Perhaps my time seems all to brief;
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me,
God wanted me now, He set me free.


Family prayer service (in lieu of funeral services) to be held

Until we meet again Mom, I will miss you daily.
I love you so much,
Gerry Lynn






















