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Patricia Ann (Crosby) Kesner
April 16, 1925 ~ December 22, 2011 (age 86) 86 Years Old
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You can't choose your family. The family you are born into is the outcome of some cosmic lottery. Fortunately for us, we won the jackpot. We had a wonderful mother and a wonderful dad as well. Our mother is no longer with us. She has moved on to a better place. She was a strong woman, living her life with courage and purpose. She was a devoted wife, married to her first husband Arthur until his death and then to her husband Dick for 44 years. She was a caring mother, nurturing her children and raising them with principle and honor. But most importantly, our mother was a kind and gentle human being.
She lived all of her life in the New England, growing up in Concord NH, raising her family in Massachusetts then later retiring with Dick in the beautiful state of Maine. Mom attended college at the New England School of Art, in Boston, where she met her first husband Arthur. She enjoyed dancing, art, sewing, and being with Dot, Joan, Jean and Bev, her four best friends while at school as well as after.
After her marriage to Arthur they moved to Lexington and began raising a family. She loved her life with Arthur until his untimely passing in 1958 at the age of 32. Moving back to Needham she opened up her own art shop to support her family. Life was a bit of a struggle for her and the three of us at that time but we managed to survive with the help of Arthur Sr., our wonderful grandfather and our ever present uncle Bob and Aunt June.
While we were still very young, mother met and married her second husband. In 1961, after raising us on her own for three years, the magic began one evening at a PTA meeting when Scott and Jen collaborated. Jen brought her dad, Dick, and Scott brought Mom to be introduced - and the rest is history. They dated, eventually married and thus began the fascinating story of our wonderful blended family. After Dick retired they moved from Massachusetts to Maine where they shared a wonderful life until Dick's death in 2005.
In the opinion of many, including all of her children and grandchildren, mother was a wonderful artist. She painted all her life, up until the very end. Instead of receiving hallmark cards on our birthdays and at Christmas mother would take a blank piece of artist card board and paint a picture and enclose a greeting. To this day these cards are cherished by all of us. During her life she entered her work in several art exhibitions where she received many prizes and rewards for her art. Watercolor was her medium.
Our mother was always very kind. She always let us know how proud she was of us. She was there every morning when we went off to school, handing us our lunches with a smile. She was there in the parking lot when needed, picking us up from school and driving us to some sort of event. Mother attended and cheered at all our sporting events whether it was football, hockey, cheerleading, basketball or tennis. She cooked for us every night. She was a good cook. Mom always gave 100 percent.
As we got older, she became less of a mom and more of a friend. We all had a great relationship with her. We all would talk to her on the telephone a few times a week and we all visited her in Maine several times a year. We will miss her laughing and crying. We will miss her generosity and spirit. We will miss her determination and courage. But most of all, we will miss our mother. We love you mom. You have enriched all of our lives immeasurably.
"For what is to die, but to stand in the sun and melt into the wind. And when the Earth has claimed our limbs, then we shall truly dance". Kahlil Gibran.