Birth date: Jan 9, 1941 Death date: Sep 29, 2025
The family of Dr. Gopal C. ‘Indy’ Pati is saddened to announce his passing. After 80+ years of robust living Gopal died on September 29, 2025, from the effects of dementia, in the excellent care of Arden Court and Hope Hospice of Read Obituary
My name is Linda Ketcham & I am Gopal’s sister-in-law. Here are two vivid memories;
Gopal & Nancy were visiting with us in Grand Lake Colorado & we decided to take them river rafting on inner tubes. Gopal somehow veered off into a strong current unexpectedly & the raft began to bounce around. He cried out to us on the shore & in the raft next to him
“Help me Help me I’m going to break my balls!’”
My other favorite memory was when Gopal taught me to make “real” Indian food’. He opened my cupboard & promptly threw away my “Curry powder” saying : this isn’t curry - it’s just junk! This is how you make REAL curry, then proceeded to show me the combination of numerous spices for the true curry. I still have most of those spice bottles in my pantry with which I make “real curry” in his honor.
Much love,
Linda & Steve
Steve & I wish we could be present at the memorial but we are having out of state company that weekend for Thanksgiving.
Blessings & love to you Luci, Justin, Karen & families.
Grandfathers give us not only wisdom and encouragement but they are an inspiration to us.
Your strength through it all was inspiring. Rest now
May your bravery and kindness be remembered always.
So many to share but I will always remember him drinking martinis on the terrace in Scipione Castello with Gianni. Karen and i had a hard time keeping up.
Gail Migliorini
It was one late afternoon during a visit to see Gopal and Karen, that Gopal took me on a trip on his beloved boat. His passion for the water was palpable, a vibrant part of his identity. As we sailed through the waves, Gopal navigated to his cherished spots, sharing stories that spanned a lifetime. His anecdotes were rich with wildlife education and local trivia, each tale inviting me to see the world through his ardent eyes. I listened intently, absorbing both his words and the tranquil beauty surrounding us. The day culminated in a breathtaking sunset, painting the sky in a tapestry of colors, which deepened my appreciation for both the journey and my companion. This is my memory of Gopal.
While writing my first memory, another memory surfaced, this one tinged with spice. At a dinner with Gopal and Karen, he proposed introducing me to a pepper—not just any pepper, but one brought from India. Karen, concerned, urged caution, yet Gopal sliced it generously. I accepted the offer, unwittingly challenging my senses. Moments later, the fiery heat overwhelmed me, rendering my taste buds temporarily mute. Gopal, with a knowing smile, savored his share, ever the connoisseur of heat. Such moments encapsulate Gopal’s zest for life, reflecting his infectious enthusiasm and passion for sharing.
