Patricia J. Anderson, age 64 passed away peacefully at her home in Dilworth, MN on December 25, 2025.

Patricia was born June 15, 1961, in Fargo, ND to her parents, Vernon and Lois Anderson. She along with her three brothers, resided briefly in Fargo, ND before moving to the "farm" near Glyndon, MN where she attended Glyndon-Felton School along with her three brothers and graduated same.

Growing up on the farm, "Patty" as we called her learned to work along side the "boys" and she became "one of us". Being the "Baby" of the family growing up gave her certain advantages over the boys, but we dismissed them believing it was because she was "just a girl" I remember many a fight as siblings often have, where our parents always ruled her the winner of the outcomes. Stop fighting with your sister rings familiar in our ears. The boys were left to sort things out between themselves on their occasional disagreements. She was already "special" in our eyes, but we didn't realize at the time how this would manifest itself in the future.

Looking back at this time growing up on the farm was a Godsend for all of us. There were times when we certainly didn't feel as if we were blessed. Farm life as many know is definitely "not the same" as growing up in town. In the Winter you could simply walk across a fence. There were times when you could walk up onto the roof of a barn. We watched in amazement when our Father summoned something called a "payloader" to dig us out from a particularly nasty blizzard. Summer had similar marvels. Bailing hay all day and running for miles through the prairies to go swimming afterward at Buffalo State Park. Fixing the fences was a never ending job also.

One particular memory was when our Mother introduced strawberries to our garden. They quickly over ran the garden and Patty and I, being the youngest, were assigned to pick them thru out the growing season for years. Neighbors from around the area were there every day to purchase our labors for many years. One time, as my Mother was conducting the strawberry business, Patty and I walked over wrapped in a heavy log chain as if we were Roman Galley slaves. Mother took a dim view of our escapades and we learned not to repeat our stunt. Ever. Interestingly, neither one us considers strawberries as a treat to this day.

We had an assortment of animals throughout the years and Father purchased a horse along the way and it became Patty's horse. She named him "Prince" and her love for horses persisted throughout her life, even appearing as a screen saver on her phone to this day. Prince stepped on me once, and I put him on my list of things to avoid. I have no memories of my brothers ever riding Prince either. They may have put him on a similar list also. Prince was her treasure, and hers alone.

All of us are thankful for our time on the farm. It shaped all of us into the people we are today. Our parents taught us many, many useful lessons. They loved and cared for us our entire lives until they passed away. They stood with all of us through thick and thin. The brothers served in the Army, Navy, and Marines respectively after graduation from school. Patty's life unfortunately went in a different direction. What follows is painful, but this is Patty's memorial. Her Truth. Sharing our pain is required for us to remain strong and all of us are very, very grateful to all of you for sharing our grief.

She suffered a traumatic brain injury in a traffic accident forty years ago. The entire family, near and far, grappled with the emotional storms caused by her brain injuries. It tested our love over the decades. The family grieved at the loss of the person we knew and loved. She remained doggedly determined to live independently. She resisted all attempts for a more caring environment. It was as if all of us, Patty included, were in a very slow-motion car crash. We struggled for ways to ease her pain to no avail. In the end, it all ends when the car finally stops. To her credit, she became more like herself towards the end. She lived her life. This was her Truth. If you looked closely, over the years, Patty was still there. A good person. Kind, caring. She loved caring for the birds and rabbits living in her backyard. We teased her she would go broke someday feeding them. Fell on deaf ears. We shall miss her but go on. She was one of the "boys" growing up. She was special it turns out after all. We are all grateful she was in our life for the time she was here. She never, ever gave up on life to the end.

A memorial service will be held at 2:00 p.m. on Saturday, January 3, 2026, at Wright Funeral Home, Moorhead, MN.

Final resting place will be in Oakwood Cemetery, Lisbon, ND.