
Patricia "Trish" Evelyn Ormsbee

To everything there is a season, a time for every
matter under heaven; a time to be born,
and a time to die; a time to plant,
and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away.
-Ecclesiastes
Obituary
It is with heavy hearts that we announce the passing of Patricia “Trish” Evelyn Ormsbee, a beloved mother, grandmother, sister and friend. Trish peacefully passed away on Oct 4th at the age of 76.
Born on April 11th, 1948, in San Andreas, CA. Trish loved the lord and put all her faith in God every single day of her life. She never met a stranger and was always willing and able to help others. She had an infectious personality and loved being with her family and friends. She will be missed dearly, touched many with her unconditional love and kindness she always carried with her.
Trish was preceded in death by her husband Tom and brothers Tommy & Dick. She is survived by her three children: Tonia Albertson (Mark), Nick Wiebe (Deann), & Jackie James; her 8 grandchildren; her 10 great-grandchildren; her sister, Harriett Ormsbee; and her twin brother, Patrick Ormsbee.
Eulogy
Patricia "Trish" , our beloved mother, is now in heaven with her angel friends and her Maker—God—smiling down at all of us who are still missing her.
She came into this world on April 11, 1948 @7:30pm, and always remembered the exact moment she was born. None of us quite believed her when she told that story, but now we know—she was just an angel sent our way. She had an incredible memory, recalling moments and details that most of us would forget. As she got older, her stories became even more vivid—and often downright hilarious—as she mixed up words or forgot names while adding extra details. I remember how often she would mix up our names—Nick, Tonia, Jackie—all rolled into one. LOL.
Mom always put others before herself. She wanted the best for everyone, even if it meant placing herself last or not always being seen for the wonderful, loving woman she was. But in the last few years of her life, she finally allowed herself to step out of the shadows and live more vibrantly. She made great friends in her new home, loved her exercise classes, and enjoyed going to church with Helen, her neighbor. And she laughed—more than I can ever remember her laughing in her lifetime. She loved visiting me in Colorado, and we had so many more travel plans that, unfortunately, never came to fruition.
My mom and I shared many fond memories and had a deep bond. I think it was because I was her baby and the one who followed her path the most. We both experienced triumphs, hardships, and struggles in life, and through it all, we always had each other's backs. No matter what, we were there for one another—even when we got on each other’s nerves. She was the wind beneath my wings.
I want to leave you with a couple of fun memories—what my mom would call funnies.
We adventured together wherever we went. One time, we even had an unexpected "clothing-optional" hot tubbing experience that neither of us was prepared for. I’ll never forget Mom’s wide-open mouth when a naked guy walked into the locker room and helped us figure out our locker. We giggled for days about the whole experience—us in swimsuits, and no one else! LOL.
On one of her last visits to Colorado, we had some amazing adventures. We saw a live band, sang karaoke together, relaxed in some very hot hot springs caves, celebrated her 76th birthday, and got a few Chinese massages—one of our favorite things to do together. We even made a trip to Victoria’s Secret to buy her some pajamas. She had never had that experience before, and to this day, I still get email alerts from Victoria’s Secret. Thanks, Mom!
One of my favorite surprises was the first time she flew to Colorado alone. I upgraded her to a first-class ticket. Nick took her to the airport that day and told her the good news—she was flying first class! She was tickled pink and had an absolute ball, making friends with her seatmate and soaking up the VIP treatment. She loved it so much that when we planned her next trip last November—the month before she passed—she insisted on flying first class again.
Well, on October 4, 2024, Mom got her real first-class ticket—to heaven.
Mom, thank you for inspiring us all to be better, to do better, and to love better. Your light will continue to guide us, always.
Love you with all my heart and soul, Mom- Jackie
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