I remember at my grandparents farm hearing her yelling in the field she was running to the house with a bull behind her chasing her.
When I was working with Trisha at the microfilm business we would ride to work together and it snowed and sleeted and was really slick I like to have never got to her house that day. When I picked her up we kept trying to get over the bridge to get on the highway only to keep sliding down we couldn’t help but to laugh as we watched other people sliding everywhere. Finally after several attempts by me Patricia finally said let me try after a couple of tries she made it only to take forever to get to work only to work for a couple of hours for them to tell us to go home since it was so bad. It was a little scary but we had fun anyway. I loved my Trisha and will miss her so very much.