Patricia Osborne Mosher, 90, a native Sedro-Woollian, passed away at her home on Sunday, March 11, 2018, and is now reunited with her soul mate and love of her life, Lloyd. They were married in Seattle in 1946 and spent their 65 years together in Sedro-Woolley.
Patricia was born on September 9, 1927 in the house that was a hospital in the 800 block of Ferry Street. She was the oldest of 3 children born to Frank & Helen (Kisman) Osborne. She was the granddaughter of William & Waneta Osborne and great-granddaughter of pioneers Henry & Alma Dryer.
She attended Central Grade School and graduated from Sedro-Woolley High School with the class of 1946. On September 14, 1946 she married Lloyd Mosher upon his return from Japan, serving in the U.S. Army. They made their home and raised their two children in Sedro-Woolley. Pat was a stay-at-home mom. She enjoyed gardening, and was a charter member of the Skagit Valley Rose Society and a member of the American Rose Society and the TriValley Rose Club of Arlington. She also worked on the election board for many years.
Patricia is survived by her son, Dean Mosher (Martha Lynn) of Wrightsville, Georgia and daughter Darla Crookshank (Lewis) of Sedro-Woolley, WA; brother, Delmore Osborne of Eugene, OR; 5 grandchildren, Brad Mosher (Deana), Sherie Lynn Hall (Troy), Michael Mosher (Sandi), James Wotherspoon (Cindie) and Jason Anderson (Abra); 7 great-grandchildren, Hannah & Lauren Anderson, Scott & Natalie Hall and Mikayhla, Austin & Madison Mosher and numerous nieces, nephews and cousins. She was preceded in death by her parents; her husband Lloyd and brother, Darrell Osborne.
Per Pat’s request there will be no service. Private Inurnment will be in the Urn Garden in the Sedro-Woolley Union Cemetery. Memorials in honor of Patricia are suggested to a charity of your choice. Cremation arrangements are under the direction of Lemley Chapel, Sedro-Woolley. Share memories of Patricia and sign the online guest register.
Miss Me But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the day and the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room; why cry for a soul set free.
Miss me a little, but not too long, and remember the love we once shared;
miss me, but let me go. For this is a journey we all must take, and each must go alone.
It’s all part of the Maker’s plan, a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart, go to the friends we know,
and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss me, but let me go.