Patty Wilkereson is dead, too.

Patty Wilkereson is dead, too.
Of all the girls I adored, Patty was so special - the freckles, the blond hair; 
But she was a tomboy, and that always attracted me - because a tomboy
will race you, play catch with you, not throw a dodge ball like a girl - 
You don't ever have to worry about hurting a tom boy
Far more likely, you will slip up and put them off and they will haul off
And whale on you.
Patty was just a human being - a friend - a dear friend
And a good human being.
So many of the girls describe their love-hate relationship with her.
I think it was because she was always surrounded by boys who loved tom girls.
Jealousy and envy - and these were qualities that Patty did not possess
So, no wonder there was sometimes such friction and animosity
It was as if an alien from another planet had landed and was in serious danger
Of capturing the hearts and loyalties of all the boys - all the best of boys
All the best looking, the smartest, the kindest, the most artistically gifted.
Patty went military - what else?  What else is as tom boy who is a God-fearing patriot
Supposed to do?
Patty Wilkerson is dead, and a part of me died with her.
Rest in peace oh angel - who always called us out on our nonsense,
But who could play the nurse, Joan of Arc, and Xena Warrior Princess
Without ever skipping a beat.
I'll see you in heaven, Patty Wilkerson - 
And we can run and throw and laugh the rest of days away.