the monster is dead.

Pamela Rae Gratrix-Wilson, 67, passed away May 31, 2011, at St. Elias Specialty Hospital in Anchorage.

She was born Oct. 17, 1943, in Ohio.

She moved with her parents and siblings, becoming a resident of Anchorage in 1951. She was a true Alaska girl at heart.

Pamela was a fun, good-natured woman with a heart of gold. She enjoyed drawing and other art forms, as well as being a very good storyteller. As a young woman, Pamela was involved with Job's Daughters.

She graduated from West Anchorage High School in 1963. Pamela then went on to further her education and graduated with a Bachelor of Arts (cum laude) from Alaska Pacific University in 1990. Pamela continued her education and artwork throughout her life.

Pamela found joy in spending time with her family and friends. She loved a good joke and a great meal. She had an eye for color and loved gnomes. She had an adventurous spirit that will live on in those who loved her most.

She is survived by her brothers, Erldon Gratrix Jr. and Kris Gratrix; sisters-in-law, Wendi Gratrix and Sharon Gratrix; her children, Seann and Shannon; many nieces, nephews, great-nieces and great-nephews with whom she was very close, both in Anchorage and in Minnesota; and many friends and caretakers.

Pamela was preceded in death by her parents, Erldon and Irene Gratrix, and brother, John Robert (J.R.) Gratrix, with whom she was very close.

A service will be at 4 p.m. Tuesday at ChangePoint Church, 6689 ChangePoint Drive.

Arrangements were entrusted to Legacy Funeral Home Kehl's Chapel.



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I found out today, from a acquaintance that my Mother the monster died, almost 2 months ago.
My God I am related to these people...
there are no tears.
Both of my parents have been dead to me for years now.
All I can sit here with is a sense of relief.
The monster is dead and will never hurt me again.
I am surprisingly happy.
the only question is why did it take so long for me to find out?
My relatives know where I am. it is not like I am in hiding. they find me when it is convenient for them.
that is what gets me. that and that crappy obituary, who wrote that drivel?
"Pamela was a fun, good-natured woman with a heart of gold."
My mother was fun~ in the rip the eyelids off of kittens kind of way.
Good natured? she was vicious and knew how to draw blood.
yeah her heart was made of gold : hard shiny and not much use.
God finally answered my prayers and killed her.
All I have is this over whelming sense of relief that the bitch is dead.
why did it take so long?
If I hadn't had such a Jones about hurting myself, what would it of been like?
in walks my mother.

she raped and beat and starved me and I think it is far time that this stage of my life is over and I can start on the rest of my life with out that bitch hanging over my head.