Not many of us can say that we knew Pat in more ways than one. However, I can say that I knew Pat in at least four (4) ways! First of all, Pat was the Tupperware lady here in Riverside. Even 30 years after the fact, I still have some of that Tupperware my mom bought back in the mid/late '70's. That Tupperware relationship took us to a second level -- family friends. Our families lived in the same community (about a 3 minute drive up Ransom Rd. to Trenton Wy.) where my folks would visit with Pat and Duane, all the while Kim and I off chatting about school and stuff (besides, what teenager wants to be around their parents and listen to them talking when they've got someone their own age to hang with?) Thirdly, Pat was a colleague and friendly competitor in the real estate industry (she and Duane worked at Realty World.) Hard to believe that two families who were competing for the same sale or listing would also be good friends. Regardless of title or agency, you were always a friend of Pat's/ But what I remember the fondest, which is the fourth way that I knew Pat), was as the wonderful mom who wanted the best for her beautiful daughter named Kim. How do I know this? Because at Christmas 1979, Kim and I invited each other to our respective real estate office's Christmas parties. Kim went to mine first at Canyon Crest Country Club, to which she became the recipient of a generous helping of ranch dressing spilled on her dress by a nervous date. It was at that time I came to realize that Pat and Kim shared a common bond -- compassionate, understanding, yet fun, and had a way of letting you know that you would not live down a situation. The next night was the Christmas party at Pat & Duane's office and yours truly became the recipient of a sly smile and great laughter from both Pat and Duane (for some reason, their whole office knew of my faux pas the night before -- imagine.) Mind you, it was not to embarrass, but to show that I was welcomed into the family. Every time I went to Pat & Duane's, I was always welcomed into their home with a smile, a hug (from Pat, not Duane...maybe that will change next time we meet, although he did smile), and kindness that showed me I was more than a family friend. When our paths took us to different areas of Southern California, we never stopped wondering how Pat and Duane and their family were doing. Now when I look at and use the Tupperware in our kitchen, the memories of two moms will come to mind -- mine (Jean Rigney) and Pat Beck. Amazing what Tupperware can do to start and seal in the memories of a lifetime. Kevin A. Rigney