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Betty Miller, Denton, TX
Mike (1959), Kevin (1960, David (1961), Katie (1965)
722 Rio Grande, Raton, New Mexico
The Donovans have enjoyed typical assignments, highlighted by three years with the Ordnance Department. Sorry to miss the reunion--our hearts are with you, along with this thought: May God grant the obsolescence of our profession, but in the meantime, strength, health, and wisdom to accomplish our mission.

After his father's death when he was eleven, Pat and his mother settled in Raton, New Mexico. There we met a fresman science class, and thus began a wonderful friendship that lasted more than fifty years! We married in the Cadet Chapel the day after graduation and embarked on our new life with enthusiasm and determination to enjoy this new adventure, together at least! Children, interesting assignments, schools, challenges, and reqarding opportunities followed. Army life suited us perfectly!

Pat's heart was always with the soldiers he loved. He took pride in his leadership in troop assignments with four divisions. Notable was his strong loyalty to classmates, as well as to his comrades in arms. One fellow worker described his "integrity, enthusiasm, and tough standards, balanced by unwavering purpose and joy in accomplishment" as very contagious. He was skilled at analyzing a problem and coming up with the best solution, and he knew how to identify what was important.

We were blessed with four children, and Pat always took pride in their accomplishments, not only in their careers, but in their devotion to the family values and ethics which he had worked to instill. TGwenty-four moves later, we leapt off the fast lane and in 1987 landed in Ouray, high in Colorado's San Juan Mountains. Fifteen years of blue skies, unique beauty and serenity, hiking, and Jeeping old mining trails, and living the laid-back lifestyle of this small town was a series of ho-hum days in Paradise! Elected major of Ouray, Pat's varied interests and the management skills he had acquired in the Army led to improvements in city infrastructure, the development of a foward-looking community plan, and creation of a unique connection between government and the citizenry. He tried everything from scooping ice cream and conductin llama treks to friving the local ambulance. He was walking Chamber of Commerce and enjoyed sharing his enthusiasm.

Pat loved working with wood. Hours in West Point's wood shop set him on the way to becoming a competent craftsman. He carefully restored our Victorian home, then designed and built a second house on our property. In all endeavros, from construction to the stock market, he immersed himself in acquiring knowledge about any subject new to him. Boredom was not in his vocabulary!

Shortly before his death from a brain tumor in 2002, he said: "I am so blessed! I've done it all, been given it all, and have served. I have no complaints!" I was blessed also, with the privilege of sharing his life. He is at peace now. His spirit lives on: his kindness, patience, wisdom, and strong presence on this earth. At his core were Duty, Honor and Country!