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This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Patricia Lund 72 years old , born on January 13, 1948 and passed away on June 24, 2020. We will remember her forever.

To view a timeline of her life please go to https://app.memorywell.com/story/667/timeline
For authority to add moment(s) to her timeline please contact Bob Lund at BobLund@cox.net.

July 8, 2020
July 8, 2020
It is hard to sum Pat up concisely. She was a professor of mine and my advisor in graduate school and was stellar at both. Always encouraging, guiding me and watching my back – I felt I had a true advocate in my corner. After my graduation, our relationship transitioned to friend and colleague. When I was losing my mother and going through a divorce at the same time, I had a sympathetic ear and a great sounding board. After remarrying, she was the voice of experience and a calming influence when I was labeled with “advanced maternal age” as I had my 2 kids in my early 40’s. Her laugh was contagious and her smile like sunshine. And I feel blessed to have known her for nearly 40 years.
July 8, 2020
July 8, 2020
I have two distinct memories I'd like to share about Pat:

l) Water Aerobics where we met years ago. Over the years, she assumed more responsibility for the summer WA program and would send out the necessary email updates. One particular day, I, leading the class that morning, announced that I had received an email from "Pitzel" with important information. People looked puzzled. I said,"You don't know Pitzel? Of course, you do." They continued to be puzzled and I suggested they turn and ask Pat." "Who's he talking about?" they asked. "Me," said Pat dryly, "It's what he calls me because of my email address, 'Pzlund.'" She had a sense of humor which became one more bond between us.

2) Summer Breeze concerts: My wife, Marybeth, and I often attended and tried to be early so that we could sit in the shade of the big tree on Market Square but no matter how early we showed up, inevitably there were two chairs parked right in the middle of the street and on them, backs to us, would be Pat and Bob, each engrossed in their respective books. We never could arrive before they did so I finally accused them of swinging by early in the morning just to drop off their chairs in the middle of the street!

We Irish sometimes say when someone dies, "We hardly knew ye," our way of saying that as much as we knew you, we didn't know you enough.

So, Pat, for all the summer water aerobics, for all the Summer Breeze concerts, for all the encounters here and there throughout the years, as much as we knew ye, "we hardly knew ye."
July 8, 2020
July 8, 2020
Sending thoughts of peace and good memories on your unimaginable loss. Pat was a very special person, and will be greatly missed. I loved her laugh and sense of humor!

In loving memory of someone very special.

Patty & Chuck Thomas
from their condolence card

July 7, 2020
July 7, 2020
Dear Bob and Anne-Marie,
Steve and I remember meeting Pat (and Bob) at the Crowley’s for dinner when we first moved to Ford’s Colony. We bonded right away, since Pat and I were both Brooklyn girls. We even hoped to plan a Brooklyn themed party with egg creams, Yoo-hoo and other food related items and activities from our childhood. Sorry we never did pull it off! I enjoyed planning our Gold Island Party in 2015 with Pat and others. I have fond memories of lots of laughs at water aerobics. While we didn’t see each other often I remember neighborhood parties, good food and a wonderful neighbor. Pat will be missed by us all. 
Love and Peace,
Joanne and Steve
July 6, 2020
July 6, 2020
Wow Pat. We are sure going to miss you here at Fords Colony especially me at the pool in Aquaaerobics.  I enjoyed our chats and giggles and war stories of nursing. Your wit and fun personality leaves a void. You are missed.
Most sincerely , Janie McNeil
July 1, 2020
July 1, 2020
  Pat and I have been friends for 60 years. We met at the bus stop our first day of 7th grade. Pat's dad, "Handsome Bob", had been transferred by IBM to Poughkeepsie, N.Y. during the summer. 
  My mother called us "Mutt and Jeff"--Pat being so tall and me being so short. Every day after school we would walk the neighborhood pushing my younger brother in a baby carriage and accompanied by our dog. We talked for hours. Tent caterpillars were rampant then and I had rippled sole shoes. Pat loved to tell the story of my "caterpillar shoes" and how I could never kill the caterpillars because they crawled into the ripples.
  "Handsome Bob" took us to the IBM Country Club for our first live Rock N Roll concert. Neither of us were very good at dancing, but we had a great time being there together.
  We both attended Russell Sage College and made a wider circle of friends during our freshman year. Over the years, we added husbands, children, homes, degrees, and jobs but neither of us forgot our friendship. We weren't in regular contact, but our bond forged the first day in the 7th grade matured into a life-long friendship.
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January 13, 2022
January 13, 2022
Thinking of you , Pat, on your 74th birthday. We have walked many paths in common …MSMC, Columbia, nurse, professor, mother, wife. And now Ford’s Colony in our retirement. You were always so easy to talk with and laugh with. Missing you and the fun we could have had here together. Rest In Peace.
January 13, 2022
January 13, 2022
Happy heavenly birthday Pat! Still missing you...
Daryle
March 2, 2021
March 2, 2021
I was shocked and saddened when I recently learned of Pat's untimely passing. Pat and I were faculty colleagues at MSMC and graduated in the same class from the doctoral program in nursing education at Teachers College, Columbia University. I will always remember Pat with a smile on my face as I think of the fun times we shared at work and school. Rest in peace, my friend.
Her Life

Pat dies June 24, 2020 & ten preceding days

July 7, 2020
June 24 Pat died suddenly and unexpectedly before I arrived for my visit with her.Unexpectedly largely due the preceding ten days which raised our expectations for a complete recovery eventually after a lot of hard work at physical therapy and reconditioning over many weeks and possibly months.

On the 19th of June after a few busy and increasingly positive days, late in the day during a Thunderstorm, Pat was transferred to the Hospital for Extended Recovery in Norfolk, VA. This is a 35-bed hospital specifically designed for patients with medically complex needs who need to stay in an acute care setting on average of three to four weeks. Though located within Sentara Norfolk General Hospital, the Hospital for Extended Recovery is a separate health facility. The proximity to and affiliation with Sentara, assures that if needs change, the benefits of a Level 1 Trauma Center are easily accessible.

This took place after a few days where Pat demonstrated every increasing ability to breath on her own.  From two sets of two hours sessions Pat advanced to two sets of four hours, then the following day two sets of six hours, then a twelve-hour session and on the 18th an over fifteen-hour session.  But for sleeping Pat was still getting pressure assist from a ventilator overnight.  

I was allowed to be with Pat again in the ICU on the 19th, for the first time in a week, until the transport team arrived to take her to Hospital for Extended Recovery.  

On the 20th I returned from visiting with Pat just before dinner. I found her alert and focused on recovering when not napping.

Before I left from my visit on the 21st, she had been breathing on her own, without any ventilator assistance for a bit over twenty-nine hours.  Pat was clearly tired but nothing like she was during earlier multi hour sessions of breathing on her own. Everything seemed to be going well.

While, probably still several weeks away I started the process of connecting the discharge team/person at the Hospital for Extended Recovery with the appropriate people at the Williamsburg Landing re: transition to their rehab facility.  I also provided the Williamsburg Landing folks with a sense of where Pat was in her recovery.  

The 22nd was very similar, i.e. a second day of breathing completely on her own as I kept Pat company and occasionally did small things that made Pat more comfortable, e.g. moistening her mouth and/or lips.

I was told by Pat’s nurse during my visit on the 23rd that as she had been breathing without any ventilator assistance for over 72 hours (3 days) she was considered weaned from the ventilator.

Also, her tracheostomy tube was replaced with a slight smaller one and a separate speaking diaphragm attachment was added.   The diaphragm attachment required more effort when breathing but allowed Pat to talk OK for the first time in weeks. 

Pat also got a breathing (exhalation) exercise device.  That she used in sets of ten exhalations four times a day.  The exercise was to help her further strengthen muscles she uses when breathing and coughing. 

I asked Pat’s nurse about Pat’s care plan.  And we got a very good explanation of things coming up, including some advice about modest things Pat could do while still in bed, independent of official physical therapy.  Briefly it was pumping and rotating her feet (i.e. working her ankles and attached muscles).  Also, trying to lift her feet and with my assistance flex her knees and lift her legs or try to.  Pat did the foot exercise several times while I was there.  As we talked about appropriate clothes the nurse advised that real socks and shoes were desired for physical therapy, i.e. better than the hospital grippy socks.  Once I got home, I gathered the shoes & socks for my visit the following day.

Just before I left Pat & I went downstairs to x-ray for a speech therapy evaluation, which Pat failed.  It was a test of the muscles used when swallowing to direct things to the stomach and avoid the lungs.  It was explained that failure at this point was frequent for patients on a ventilator as long as Pat had been.  There are exercises to help strengthen those muscles, which Pat was to be started on later that evening or the following day, i.e. the 24th.

I found it easier today to engage Pat with greeting cards as we discussed who they were from and Pat could verbally react to them.  We went through ten, i.e. had looked at all the cards sent in May and up to the 8th of June.  Nineteen more and Pat would have had a chance to enjoy all the cards received so far.  

But that was not to be. 

Recent stories

A memory from "cousin" Arlene (Zirkel) Hansen

August 25, 2020
I have fond memories of when I was younger and my parents took my brother and I to visit the "Zirkels"in Poughkeepsie.

The most current memory is when you both welcomed me into your home so that I could see my son Kyle play baseball in Virginia.  You both graciously got a room so that we could cheer Kyle on, which turned out to be the hottest day of the year. On our drive to and from the airport, we got to reminisce of years gone by and catch up on the present.

Thank you for generous hospitality.

Arlene Hansen
from her letter of condolence 

Strength beyond words

August 24, 2020
I have known Pat all my life.  She was one of my mothers (Charen El-Sherif) closest friends.  Pat was always cheerful and a positive presence.  Pat was an unwavering beacon of strength for my brother and I when first my mom was sick, then my father.  She helped me understand their illnesses, and their strengths and weaknesses.  Pat provided advice, support, guidance, friendship, love, expertise and so much more to many throughout her lifetime.  Her smile, presence and words of experience will be missed by many.  I am very saddened at her passing.  The world has lost a wonderful woman.

Jennifer El-Sherif

My Dear Friend Pat

July 1, 2020
  Pat and I have been friends for 60 years. We met at the bus stop our first day of 7th grade. Pat's dad, "Handsome Bob", had been transferred by IBM to Poughkeepsie, N.Y. during the summer. 
  My mother called us "Mutt and Jeff"--Pat being so tall and me being so short. Every day after school we would walk the neighborhood pushing my younger brother in a baby carriage and accompanied by our dog. We talked for hours. Tent caterpillars were rampant then and I had rippled sole shoes. Pat loved to tell the story of my "caterpillar shoes" and how I could never kill the caterpillars because they crawled into the ripples.
  "Handsome Bob" took us to the IBM Country Club for our first live Rock N Roll concert. Neither of us were very good at dancing, but we had a great time being there together.
  We both attended Russell Sage College and made a wider circle of friends during our freshman year. Over the years, we added husbands, children, homes, degrees, and jobs but neither of us forgot our friendship. We weren't in regular contact, but our bond forged the first day in the 7th grade matured into a life-long friendship.

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