Patricia Sue Wolfe was born Oct. 5, 1932 to Fred D. and Louise Brown in Circleville, Ohio. Growing up as an only child, Sue excelled in school and had an aptitude and passion for music. Sue particularly excelled in playing the piano. After high school, she was accepted at Ohio State University and majored in English and also studied and played the piano at various musical events. Through the years, she was many things: a Park Service wife, a mother and a teacher. With husband James ( Jim), they had four children: Virginia, James (David), Tom and Linda .
She was very involved in the kids’ schooling, projects, and of course playing music. She also spent many hours teaching other park service kids how to play the piano. Other than the bears, Sue liked the flora and fauna that was abundant in and around Yosemite and was an active member of the church. However, she wasn’t very fond of all the wildlife in the Everglades National Park.
After many years in Yosemite, Jim and Sue transferred to the Washington D.C. area where Jim served out his career with the National Park Service. In retirement, Jim and Sue settled in the Carlsbad, Calif. area and enjoyed the cultural opportunities and coastal climate. Wherever they were, Sue always made it a point to be involved in the local church.
Sue slipped into eternal sleep at Silvergate Assisted Living facility in San Marcus, Calif. Her eldest son David was by her side. Living nearby, David was a continuous presence in his mother’s life and activities. Sue passed away at home on Feb. 2, 2018.
She is survived by Virginia Williams (Keith), David, Tom (Kirstin) and Linda, plus grandchildren and a great-granddaughter.
Sue was preceded in death by her husband, Jim. They both are interned, side by side, in Circleville, Ohio, alongside her parents, Fred D. and Louise Brown.
God looked around His garden and He found an empty place. He then looked down upon this earth and saw your tired face. He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest. God’s garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best. He knew you were suffering, He knew you were in pain. He knew that you would never get well on earth again. He saw that the road was getting rough and the hills were hard to climb. He closed your weary eyelids and whispered, “Peace be Thine.” It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn’t go alone, for part of us went with you the day God called you home.