Patricia A. Morton, age 80, of Ripon, WI, passed away on Tuesday, October 11, 2022 at her home.
Patricia was born in Georgia on March 8, 1942, daughter of Gerald and Donner (Stamey) Harbin. She graduated high school and in 1975 married Ralph L. Morton, who passed away in 2014. Patricia worked as a housekeeper in hotels for many years. She also volunteered at Agnesian Health Care. Patricia was a devoted member of St. Peters Episcopal Church in Ripon, and loved being involved with the church activities.
Patricia is survived by her children, Robin Astley of Fond du Lac, WI, Donna Hurst, and Teddy of Ripon, WI, Sheri (Jason) Walsh of Winneconne, WI, Mike (Rose) Morton of Surprise, AZ; grandchildren, Beau Wrzinski of Oshkosh, WI, Nikki (Andrew Jakubowski) Rivera of Ripon, WI, Josh (Valerie) Ammeter of Fond du Lac, WI, Logan Sobczak of Appleton, WI, Jaylynn Walsh of Ripon, WI and Kaelyn Hurst of Omro, WI; many great-grandchildren; a sister, Peggy (James) Newman of Grovetown, GA; brother-in-law, Paul (Karen) Morton of Neenah, WI; sister-in-law Lynn McKnight; and numerous nieces; nephews; cousins; and other great friends. She was preceded in death by her parents, Gerald and Donner Harbin; husband, Ralph Morton; a son, Keith Hurst, Jr.; mother-in-law, Lucille Grams; and three brothers-in-law, John Morton, Gary Morton, and James McKnight.
A celebration of life for Patricia will be held on Saturday, November 19, 2022 at 11:00 am at St. Peters Episcopal Church, 217 Houston St., Ripon, WI 54971, with Rev. Canon Ezgi Saribay Perkins officiating. Inurnment will follow at Omro Cemetery, Omro, WI. A memorial is being established in her name.
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
by Henry Scott-Holland