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In Memory of

Patricia Patterson Myers

June 19, 1928 - January 18, 2018

Obituary


Remembering Pat
by Wendel Patterson

God accepted Pat Myers into his eternal loving arms on January 18th, 2018. On behalf of her son Jared and her brother Mike, please accept our sincere thanks and appreciation for all the calls, texts, Facebook comments, messages, and cards of sympathy for the loss of our 89-years-young mom and sister.

Pat's surviving family are honoring her request for cremation, no funeral, and no formal celebration of life. Also, in honor of Pat's wishes, her cremains will be scattered over Grandma and Grandpa Patterson's graves just east of...

Remembering Pat
by Wendel Patterson

God accepted Pat Myers into his eternal loving arms on January 18th, 2018. On behalf of her son Jared and her brother Mike, please accept our sincere thanks and appreciation for all the calls, texts, Facebook comments, messages, and cards of sympathy for the loss of our 89-years-young mom and sister.

Pat's surviving family are honoring her request for cremation, no funeral, and no formal celebration of life. Also, in honor of Pat's wishes, her cremains will be scattered over Grandma and Grandpa Patterson's graves just east of Purdin, MO. That will be late spring or early summer and will be open to family and friends who care to join us.
When the date is set, I will let people know.

With a memory like a steel trap, Pat knew names, birthdays, and ages of family, friends, and lots of little children. She took a genuine interest in all sorts of folks. She was known to family and friends as Aunt or Auntie Pat. Her biggest thrill of 2017 would've been the visit of son Jared and her 12-year-old grandson Hayden from Seattle for a week.

Her immediate family, church family, Garden Village, and numerous friends were so loved by her.

Having grown up on a farm, Pat was no stranger to hard work. She grew up wearing clothes sewn by her mom. Pat became a nurse, married, and then was a stay at home mom. She later became a secretary. She also became a caregiver to so many people, including mother Myers, her mom, sister Bonnie and husband Dwane, and several
residents at Garden Village.

Pat helped at church as a fill-in secretary for a time, served shut-ins, did the greeters schedule, and helped in the Friendship Sunday school class. She had trouble saying no to requests for help until a brother advised her she'd been blessed with enough birthdays to let younger folks handle those tasks. She was reluctant, but she complied.

As the oldest of four, with a younger sister and two younger brothers, she was in charge. She taught her brothers to go to the door for a date rather than honk their car horn from the street. She also taught them to always open the car door for ladies and walk curbside with the lady opposite. She even taught her brothers to dance and how
to have fun.

Mike and I had the greatest sister anyone could ever have. She even took her little brothers on her dates. (Don't you know her boyfriends loved that!)

Should anyone so desire, donations in Pat Myers' memory can be made to Park Hill Christian Church, 6601 N W 72nd St, Kansas City, MO 64151.



Remembering Mom
by Jared Myers

God decided at 8:27AM CST on Thursday January 18, 2018 that it was time for her to join his side. He summonsed her in the blink of an eye; saving her from pain and suffering. She complied to his request as she had done her entire life before. He waited until she was fully dressed, makeup on; as she prepared to go out for breakfast and left her seated upright at her dining room table.

Patricia Louise Patterson was born on Tuesday June 19, 1928 to Henry Matthew Patterson and Vivian Ruth Wingate. She changed her middle name to Patterson when she married my dad and took the last name Myers. She is survived by bothers, Wendel Dean Patterson and Jon Michael Patterson, her son Jared Michael Myers, daughter in law Sheri Kristine Myers, grandson Hayden Michael Myers, nieces, nephews, cousins, extended family, and countless friends lucky enough to be called hers.

Mom was working as a nurse in Chicago when she met my dad who was working as a chemical salesman based there covering the Eastern US. After they married they moved to Seattle as my dad went to work for the Boeing Company as an aerospace engineer. My mom became the best homemaker in the world when I was born. We moved to Huntsville, Alabama during the Saturn Program when I was two-and-half and Slidell, Louisiana when I was seven during the Apollo Program. After Neil Armstrong walked on the moon, the government reduced spending on the space exploration program and Boeing moved us back to Seattle when I was 13, where my dad spent the rest of his career working on satellites and the shuttle program later on.

Mom spent her entire life caretaking for others including her siblings, my dad, me, her mother-in-law, mom, sister Bonnie Icenogle, brother-in-law Dwane Icenogle and anyone else who need caring for. She worked full time while I was in school without pay, instead donating her time to help serve school lunches, serve on the PTA, was a Boy Scout Den Mother, and volunteered for numerous political causes she felt strongly about. Later in life, she worked as a secretary and was a sales person working the floor at JC Penny where she was awarded employee of the month a record seven times. Even when she was working for a paycheck, she continued to volunteer wherever her help was needed including being a Deacon, Secretary for overage, Sunday School Class, Patron Greeter and served at overnight shut-ins at Park Hill Christian Church in Kansas City, MO.

I have never met a more caring, loving, or giving person. Her Faith in the Lord was profoundly strong, and she lived her life by three leading principles: God, Country and Family.

She was not afraid to stand up for herself or others when necessary. I found a printed email in her retirement apartment that she sent to the General Manager complaining about the dismal Birthday Cake presented to her friend's 101st Birthday Celebration. I spoke to the manager in person after her passing who told me he received the email and appreciated her for it. When he saw my look of surprise, he quickly said, I loved your mom because I always knew where I stood with her. She treated him with respect and love, would let him "have it" when needed and would then move on without holding a grudge.

Growing up, mom never missed a swim meet, baseball, basketball, football game or anything that was important to me. She drove me and my best man to my wedding and upon arrival she shared a swig of Crown Royal Whisky with us to calm our (not hers) nerves. Being Irish, she would have had preferred Jameson although knew I preferred Crown.

Our family and friends now have an Angel in Heaven unlike any other looking over us. During the week of her passing when I attended to her, she looked over me so much that I have now nick-named her "The Captain"; as it became clear she was steering the ship. Between the time I scheduled her belongings to be donated to an organization who would sell them at a reduced price to those in need; she sent the truly needy calling upon our doorstep helping those who had little and those "with nothing". In life and in death, my mom was and is a full-time caregiver.