Patricia “Pat” Kline left this world on Wednesday, July 22, 2026. Pat was the youngest daughter of the late Forrest “Brew” and Dorothy Curry Kline. She was born on April 1, 1936, in Sciotoville and was a graduate of Portsmouth East High School in the Class of 1954.

Pat was retired from the City of Portsmouth, in 1996, where she worked in the Finance Office and served for 6½ years as the City Auditor. She was a member of Sciotoville Christian Church.

She was also preceded in death by two daughters, Joni Harr and Kelli Montgomery; two sisters, Betty (Bob) McCann and Dorothy (Ron) Deemer; one grandson, Christopher Wright and one great-grandson, Brandon Montgomery.

Surviving are her daughter, Luanne Day; her grandchildren, Curry Gilliland, Patrick (Kristen) Day, David (Sandy) Montgomery, Kelli (Steven) Hunter, Ryan Montgomery, and Shannon (J.D.) Conley; her great grandchildren, Kaylynn, Caden, Braylie, Hannah, Lexi, Mikayla, Zoe, Damien, Levi, David, Alex, Emma and Lydia; eight great-great grandchildren, Jordyn, Justin, Grayson, Evelyn, Cohen, Holden, Tatum and Charlotte and many special nieces, nephews, cousins, which include Julie and Algon Simpson, who supported her throughout her illness, and friends.

Memorial contributions may be made to “Just a Kid from Sciotoville”, c/o East High School, 224 Marshall Avenue, Sciotoville, OH 45662, a scholarship fund that was started in honor of Pat’s beloved niece Katie Stapleton.

In accordance with Pat’s wishes, there will be no funeral or memorial services.

Arrangements are under the direction of the BRANT FUNERAL HOME IN SCIOTOVILLE.

When I’m Gone

When I come to the end of my journey And I travel my last weary mile Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned And remember only the smile

Forget unkind words I have spoken Remember some good I have done Forget that I ever had heartache And remember I've had loads of fun

Forget that I've stumbled and blundered And sometimes fell by the way Remember I have fought some hard battles And won, ere the close of the day

Then forget to grieve for my going I would not have you sad for a day But in summer just gather some flowers And remember the place where I lay

And come in the shade of evening When the sun paints the sky in the west Stand for a few moments beside me And remember only my best.

Lyman Hancock