Patty Malloy

Birth date: Aug 9, 1933 Death date: Apr 2, 2019

Patricia Malloy passed away peacefully, surrounded by her family on April 2, 2019. She is survived by her life partner Joseph Handy; daughters Victoria DeVault, Patricia Face (Randal); beloved grandchildren Rhiannon James, Brian F Read Obituary

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Rhiannon Alva

339w ago

Our trip to Washington was bitter sweet to say the least. I lost my second mom- my beautifully clever and hilariously feisty grandmother Patty.
We did squeeze a quick trip to Aberdeen, to visit Kurt Cobains child hood home, then to
Grayland- we drove onto the beach and listened to and watched the waves- had the beach to ourselves- then a quick drive through Westport . Visited my dad briefly- received a wonderful gift from my grandmother’s partner Joe- that beautiful vintage git-fiddle as he says.
One of grandma’s favorite spots was the beach. We drove through Aberdeen every summer a total of 6 times each year- we camped at Grayland Beach State Park 10 days every June, July and August. Often during the day we would take the 10 minute drive to Westport - spend a few hours walking the little strip- my favorite places were the kite store and the salt water taffy shop- we didn’t always get taffy but at least once a summer maybe twice we would.
She couldn’t swim- my grandma- which thankfully I didn’t know till I was adult - as she would take us out to her waist and pull me around on a floatie- we would ride waves with them- we just hung out- I remember one year her and my great uncle June took the floaties way out and caught some huge waves (Patty really must have been fearless) well they were walking back in from the tide and June’s floatie didn’t quite look right- something had tagged it- not sure exactly what but I remember it must have been a shark 😂 another camping trip my cousin Guy caught a fish, and when I tell this story no one believes me- but the fish was giving birth- so we put it in the cooler and they let
The little kids me being one of them and throw them out into the ocean- there were quite a few of those little fish - when they were cleaning it on the back of tailgate if I remember correct maybe uncle Jerry? There was one little fish left that hadn’t made it - I’m sure I was devastated.
After my grandfather died she still took me camping every year- probably til I was about 12-
The aunts and uncles would come and the cousins- sometimes we would 3-4 sites all in a row - you could walk between the sites no problem back then- site 28 was ours.
We would play tag at night and ride our bikes during the day all the cousins. Camp fires a songs burning black marshmallows which were grandmas of course - she liked those and her hot dogs burnt black. She would catch her marshmallow on fire and wave it around - when she did it it wasn’t playing..just so you know 🙂 games of cards and blew it into the late evening until the littles got tucked in- not sure what youngrown folks were up to- but I think often I was one of the last kids left standing. There’s a yurt there now, in our old campsite and you can’t walk between the sites or even really back into the woods- I used to climb the trees right by our site and just explore. It was like a family reunion sometimes every summer ❤️ I had a wonderful camp friend - his name was Emanuel and he was the camp hosts grand son- we rode our bikes all through that place all summer- his grandparents became friends with grandma and grandpa- Harry? Henry? and his wife I hope I remember their names .. She had a lovely accent and pretty gold glasses- she was a very nice. The summers spent with grandma are my favorite childhood memories. Her health kept her from the beach but every summer that I could bring the kids I did and the kids and my mom we went to the beach- and I would go to Westport and get my grandma a new windsock from my favorite kite store-
There were 4, there’s only 2 left hanging on her back deck and those are both so worn they should probably be tossed but I couldn’t do it. I will have these precious memories and hold them close as long as I can.
I was able to say goodbye , they let us have a private viewing - and she really did look more peaceful than she had in the past few years. She knew I was on my way- and I know she would have waited if she could to say too da loo one last time- thank you for always being there for me. Even when I gave my mom hell- you taught me to play cards, scare people , love the ocean, play badminton, croquet, I know a lot of fancy words for things, because you taught me crossword puzzles, you taught me life can be silly and never too serious to laugh even at a funeral. You taught me to dance and I became a professional ballroom dancer briefly - because of you. when I had been misdiagnosed and actually had appendicitis , you were the one that took me to the doctor and then to the hospital - all the while reassuring me- my heart feels broken now your absence seems permanent - because of my faith I know it’s not- so until we are together again I get to keep you there in my heart with all these wonderful memories.
What is hard is walking into your home and not hearing hellooooo! Or too da loo when I leave . You would always stand at the window and wave a million times and watch me leave -sometimes while also waving the curtains . Toward the end you weren’t able to really stand to hug me goodbye. It’s just hard for me. But I’m really at peace knowing you are resting peacefully.

It was really nice to see so many familiar faces and remember some of these times and many more - thank you for being there and supporting our family. she was and forever will be a very special lady to all that knew her because she was really one of a kind ❤️

Tina Nicolas

340w ago

Dear Aunt Patty,

I hope you are dancing on the stars tonight. I hope that you are enjoying the love of the people you have joined and I hope that we can carry on in these uncharted waters of our lives going forward. I hope we have learned something from your example of loving in every little moment we share with each other.

I remember visiting sometimes and you would say you spent time recently with someone doing some simple thing that in reality, I realize now, was something really big - surrounding them with your love! I know you are not about to stop now just because a thin little veil separates us.

What a beautiful life!!

Love Tina

Rhiannon Alva

340w ago

You made me laugh and smile in your company always- from thumb nail gouge to dancling- camping - everything was more wonderful with you in the world. I love you more- too da loo see you soon!

Victoria Devault

340w ago

Mom was born, Patricia Leona Smith , on August 9th, 1933 in North Dakota to Michael & Margaret Smith. Mom was the youngest of twelve children growing up on the farm near Huff, with Mandan being the closest city.

Eventually, Grandpa and Grandma Smith moved to Tacoma Washington, where Mom attended Saint Leo's High School. While there, Mom became friends with Maureen Malloy and Auntie Maureen introduced Mom to her brother Alfred.

Mom and Dad got married on May 23rd 1953 at Sacred Heart Catholic Church. Dad was 23 and Mom was 19. They were both so young. They made their home in Tacoma. Dad eventually ended up working for the Bremerton Naval Shipyard and Mom was a homemaker. Because Dad worked swing shift and overtime we didn't spend a lot of time with him, except for Sunday Morning Mass and Sunday dinners up at Grandpa & Grandma Malloy's house or on family vacatons. But Mom was always there.

Mom would get us up every morning and make us breakfast, my favorite was a cup of hot chocolate with cinnamon toast. She would pack us lunches and drive us to Sacred Heart School and she would be there in the parking lot waiting to pick us from school and take us home. At night, before bedtime she would read a story to us sometimes just a chapter from a book like The tale of Benjamin Rabbit or The Secret Garden.
After story time, she would say prayers with us to our guardian angel and we would ask God to bless Mom and Dad, our aunts and uncles, our cousins and friends. As we got older we would pray the Hail Mary and the Our Father. And eventually we learned one of Mom's favorite prayers, the Memorare. Mom loved the Blessed Mother and she knew in praying that beautiful prayer Our Holy Mother was always there for us, protecting us and interceding for us, as only a mother who loves her children can do. To this day, praying the Memorare gives me comfort and a sense of peace. Thank you Mom!

As a family, we practically grew up at the Ocean. Every summer we would go camping at Twin Harbors State Park , sometimes near North Cove and eventually in later years we camped at Grayland State Park. Many summers our family would be joined by the rest of the Malloy Clan and during low tide the men would dig razor clams and later that day we would all feast on breaded and fried clams for dinner. Sometimes the men would charter a boat out of Westport and go salmon fishing and the women would stay back at camp with the kids and we would go down to the beach to play in the surf and the sand.I remember one time when the Malloy side of the family and the Smith side of the family all got together at Aunt Marian's and Uncle Gene's place . They had a nice house with a big flower garden out in the front yard, a big barn and horses and a huge wolf dog named Wolf. There were a lot of us there and we took turns riding the horses. It was quite the gathering!

At night we would build a big huge warm campfire and roast marshmallows and hot dogs. We would sing songs and talk and just be together. Mom loved to make up her own little phrases and sayings for things. If a campfire was really burning well with a lot of snapping and crackling she would say it was a "rip snorter". She would say it with a twinkle in her eye and a cute little grin.

Mom loved music and dancing. She taught us how to do the polka "German Style" and I can remember whenever I would play the Clarinet Polka on the accordion, she would just start dancing.

After Dad passed away, Mom eventually got out and about and joined the South Tacoma Eagles club. It was there that Mom's brother Eugene introduced her to Joseph Handy. Joe became Mom's new dancing partner and eventually her new Life partner. They have been together for over the past 30 years. Together they travelled to Hawaii , Alaska and even Mexico. They had fun and Mom loved to have fun! And sometimes, she would love to tease you.

Mom is the only person I know, who could tease and wheedle someone to the point of almost making them angry and just when you think they were going to explode,...they would burst out laughing in spite of themselves and she would be laughing right along with them! Now that takes talent!!

Over these past five years, Mom's health took a turn for the worse. She suffered from many ailments but on February 8th she was dealt the final and worst blow, Stage 4 Cancer that had spread to her liver. Joe has been helping Mom to cope with declining health and he never left her side. Thank you Joe!!

Mom is no longer suffering or in any pain. She is at peace. And her favorite way to say good bye was to say, "Too Da Loo", in a happy sing song way!

So, we thank you all for being a part of Mom's life and in her honor say "TOO DA LOO" to each and every one of you!!!

Rhiannon Alva

339w ago

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