To the Murad family, and to every family who has ever waited in hope,
There are no perfect words for a moment like this. But there is love. There is memory. And there is deep, quiet strength.
For more than two years, your family held onto the slimmest thread of hope. While others might have let go, you chose to keep searching. You crossed countries, climbed mountains, and walked into the unknown, all for the woman you loved so deeply.
You searched not just for answers, but for her.
And now, after seasons of waiting, grieving silently, and clinging to that 0.1% chance, You finally have what no one else could give you: the truth.
Your wife, your mother, your friend has been found.
It’s not the ending any of us wished for, but it is a place to begin again. A place to breathe. To mourn. To remember her not as “missing,” but as someone deeply, fully loved by a family that never stopped fighting.
To Kirk, who led not just a search team, but a movement of hope;
To Murphy, who walked the same trail her mother did, with courage most of us can only imagine;
To everyone who called her “Pattie” and waited for good news;
You gave us all a glimpse of what real love looks like. The kind that doesn’t give up, that keeps knocking on doors, sending emails, raising funds, and holding on even when it hurts.
This is your story, but it’s also a reminder for the rest of us.
That family means never giving up.
That love doesn’t end, even when someone is gone.
That hope, no matter how small, is powerful.
Today, we remember Pattie not just for the tragic way she left us, but for the beautiful way she was loved.
May you find comfort in knowing that she was never forgotten, and that in every quiet trail, every soft breeze, and every strong heartbeat, she is still with you.
With heartfelt sympathy and admiration,
From all of us who followed your story, believed with you, and now grieve with you.
