Birth date: May 26, 1939 Death date: Feb 22, 2026
Patricia “Pat” Bonardi died peacefully on Sunday, February 22, at her home in Leesburg, VA, following a long illness. Pat was born in Brooklyn, NY, on May 26, 1939, the second of three children, to Helen and Martin Doyle. Her Read Obituary
I'm not entirely sure what the occasion was, but in that Westfield kitchen long ago, we clearly had something to celebrate, happy to welcome Pat into the family as a new Bonardi girl. For over 40 years she was a loving and wonderful wife to our father. I will always admire her intelligence, courage and strength in the face of life's challenges and losses. Rest in peace, Pat - the Bonardi girls won't be the same without you 💔 xx
Dante and Pat looking very elegant at Diane's wedding in England.
I had been very fond of my aunt Pat Bonardi, despite the traveling distance between us! We had grown closer together as time went on. She was just a phone call away! Always offering kind words and encouragement!
My fondest memories of her were
when My parents had driven us, Me and my brother Mark into Westfield N.J. to celebrate Thanksgiving with her and her family. She set a “mean” table! Huge Turkey and everything from Soup to Nuts! As a young girl, Each Thanksgiving the Movie The Wizard of Oz would be on the Television. All of the children sat and watched while Aunt Pat would attend to the dinner preparations. One Thanksgiving, After I had married my late husband, Larry. Aunt Pat invited us For Thanksgiving dinner. I rode in with my parents. Larry had to work earlier that day. He ended up skidding onto a medium due to snowy weather. He was stuck the Medium for hours. He missed the main meal, but there were plenty of leftovers! Thank you, Aunt Pat, for touching my life in so many ways! I miss you! Love your niece Lynne.
I'll remember Pat for her quiet, powerful, and constant kindness. Even in the last months of her illness, she would send me messages that were deeply caring, full of appreciation for those around her, and with little thought of herself. Reading her obituary, I learnt for the first time about many of her accomplishments - she was too modest to tell me herself.
Pat was the mother of my dear friend Tracey, and she was a kind, generous woman with a sharp mind. She always made me feel at home whenever I visited. My favorite memories of her are sitting and talking over tea, or hanging out with her extended clan. And then of course there's the memory of her dancing to James Brown wearing knee-high Christmas socks o. She will be missed.
MAY YOUR ANGEL WINGS TAKE YOU OVER THE RAINBOW WHERE SKIES ARE BLUE AND DREAMS COME TRUE. YOU AND DAD ARE TOGETHER AGAIN. R.I.P. MISS YOU DENISE
Pat was a wonderful wife to my father and a loving presence in our lives. I gave her a pair of earrings for Christmas one year, and she would wear them almost every time we came to visit, just to show me how much she liked them. A small gesture but very kind.
A lovely day with Dan and Pat at Grounds for Sculpture.
