Catherine Bosier
Pam was more than a neighbor—she was a dear friend who helped make a difficult time feel a little brighter.
I first met Pam shortly after we moved into our home in the summer of 2019. From the beginning, she welcomed us to the neighborhood with the warmth and kindness that would come to define our friendship. When the COVID pandemic arrived the following year, Pam coined the phrase “The Ladies of 98th Ave.” to describe our little group of walking companions. Pam, Dorinda, Mette, and I spent countless hours walking up and down our road together, talking, laughing, sharing stories, and supporting one another through life’s challenges. Those daily walks became a cherished part of our lives and created friendships that I will always treasure.
There were so many things to love and admire about Pam. She was one of the sweetest people I have ever known—kind, thoughtful, and genuinely interested in the people around her. We shared a love of pets and girls’ hockey, and I always enjoyed our conversations about both.
Pam was also a true pioneer for girls’ hockey in Colorado. As one of the founding presidents of the girls’ hockey league, she helped create opportunities for generations of young women, including my niece, who was able to play in the very league that Pam helped build. Her impact on the sport will continue to be felt for years to come.
I also admired Pam’s creative spirit. She loved art and enjoyed painting and quilting, creating some of the most beautiful pieces I have ever seen. Her talent, patience, and attention to detail were evident in everything she made. The beauty she created was a reflection of the beauty she carried within herself.
When I think of Pam, I think of her kindness. Some of my favorite memories are the simple ways she cared for the people around her. When my husband and I came down with a particularly nasty case of COVID, Pam brought over a giant bowl of homemade chicken soup. It was delicious and one of the few things I could actually eat at the time. It was such a thoughtful gesture, and one that I have never forgotten.
Pam also shared my love for dogs, especially my beloved Ruger. When Ruger was in the late stages of his own battle with cancer, I had to go into town for a few hours and was heartbroken at the thought of leaving him alone. Without hesitation, Pam volunteered to spend the afternoon with him while I was away. She had a special place in her heart for Ruger and cared deeply about him. After he passed, she grieved with me, and we cried together. Her compassion during that difficult time meant more to me than I can adequately express.
One of my favorite memories was celebrating the completion of her radiation treatments. Full of hope and optimism, Pam, Dorinda, and I enjoyed a special afternoon tea at the Brown Palace. It was a wonderful day filled with laughter, friendship, and hope. I will always treasure that special time together.
I also loved having Pam at our annual Fourth of July party. It became one of the many traditions that made our neighborhood feel like home. She was unable to join us last year, and this year her absence will be felt even more deeply.
One of the things I will miss most is that Pam was one of the very few friends where every time we parted ways, we always said, “I love you.” They were never just words—we truly meant them. It was a simple thing, but it reflected the genuine friendship and affection we shared. I am grateful that we never left anything unsaid and that she always knew how much she meant to me.
Pam touched so many lives with her kindness, strength, creativity, and friendship. I am grateful for every walk, every conversation, every laugh, and every memory we shared. She made our little corner of the world a better place simply by being part of it.
Rest peacefully, Pam. You will always hold a special place in my heart and will be deeply missed by all of us who were fortunate enough to know and love you.
