I'm the only one of my kids that decided to come up here and just talk. They all wrote something down. First off, I just want to thank you for being here and thank the church for opening up their doors so that we can have this service. Pat and I met in 1980 and we got married in 1981 she became my best friend and we started building a life together. My first son popped around in 1982 and then as 83 came around another man stepped into Pat's life and that was Jesus
Christ and I went from being number one to number two which is the way it should be.

I was a little bit more stubborn than she was as I had a lot more questions than she did so it took me a while. Our relationship from being with each other turned to being with each other but not talking. We would write each other letters. I remember one day I wrote her a 13 page letter and chewed her out. I chewed her out big time and at the end of it I said well if we're going to go to church I think the 9:30 service would be the best one.... Read more So I went.

She went up to talk to the Pastor to find out what version of the Bible he was using because she felt she would do better using the same version. I stood in the background waiting for her to get done. The Pastor never looked at her and she was in his face talking to him. He never looked at her, he just gently pushed her aside and grabbed me. I mean he physically grabbed me by the collar and he pulled me up to him. He asked me if I had a problem with Christ and he told me about Christ.

He had one of the assistant Pastors open the bookstore and get me a copy of “More than a Carpenter” by Josh McDowell. If you're ever looking to find out who Jesus really is I highly recommend that book. We left that day after he forced me to say the sinner's prayer.

I still wasn't really sure about this Christianity stuff but she was and she prayed for me every single day and got it within a week. Pat was a woman of prayer. She prayed for her mother to come to Christ. She prayed for her sister Judy for somewhere between 37 and 40 years. Judy, before she died, accepted Christ. So I see and I have witnessed the power of prayer. I knew that she prays for everybody that she meets and she loves everybody she meets.

So after that Pat and I went on a great adventure. We went on a adventure with our kids. We did theme parks, different things like that. We went to Family Camp in California for I don't know how many years. Then we started cruising and that's something that Pat really enjoyed.

I am going to miss her but as Pastor Joey said it's a time for mourning and I will mourn but it's also a time for joy. When she passed, in the hospital, I was there as were all my kids, my two sons and my daughter. We watched her leave. We just prayed for her. We know where she is. We have that hope. It's assured for us. It's goodbye to a mother,a wife, and as you probably saw a woman, my pet name for Pat. But we will see her again.

Thanks for coming. Now I'm going to bring my kids up. I don't know what order they're gonna come up in. My son Nicholas, he lives here in Arizona. He moved here a year ago so that he could be closer to his mom and maybe me but mostly his mom. He is followed by David, from Texas and Stephanie, my daughter, also from Texas. Read less

I'm the only one of my kids that decided to come up here and just talk. They all wrote something down. First off, I just want to thank you for being here and thank the church for opening up their doors so that we can have this service. Pat and I met in 1980 and we got married in 1981 she became my best friend and we started building a life together. My first son popped around in 1982 and then as 83 came around another man stepped into Pat's life and that was Jesus
Christ and I went from being number... Read more one to number two which is the way it should be.

I was a little bit more stubborn than she was as I had a lot more questions than she did so it took me a while. Our relationship from being with each other turned to being with each other but not talking. We would write each other letters. I remember one day I wrote her a 13 page letter and chewed her out. I chewed her out big time and at the end of it I said well if we're going to go to church I think the 9:30 service would be the best one. So I went.

She went up to talk to the Pastor to find out what version of the Bible he was using because she felt she would do better using the same version. I stood in the background waiting for her to get done. The Pastor never looked at her and she was in his face talking to him. He never looked at her, he just gently pushed her aside and grabbed me. I mean he physically grabbed me by the collar and he pulled me up to him. He asked me if I had a problem with Christ and he told me about Christ.

He had one of the assistant Pastors open the bookstore and get me a copy of “More than a Carpenter” by Josh McDowell. If you're ever looking to find out who Jesus really is I highly recommend that book. We left that day after he forced me to say the sinner's prayer.

I still wasn't really sure about this Christianity stuff but she was and she prayed for me every single day and got it within a week. Pat was a woman of prayer. She prayed for her mother to come to Christ. She prayed for her sister Judy for somewhere between 37 and 40 years. Judy, before she died, accepted Christ. So I see and I have witnessed the power of prayer. I knew that she prays for everybody that she meets and she loves everybody she meets.

So after that Pat and I went on a great adventure. We went on a adventure with our kids. We did theme parks, different things like that. We went to Family Camp in California for I don't know how many years. Then we started cruising and that's something that Pat really enjoyed.

I am going to miss her but as Pastor Joey said it's a time for mourning and I will mourn but it's also a time for joy. When she passed, in the hospital, I was there as were all my kids, my two sons and my daughter. We watched her leave. We just prayed for her. We know where she is. We have that hope. It's assured for us. It's goodbye to a mother,a wife, and as you probably saw a woman, my pet name for Pat. But we will see her again.

Thanks for coming. Now I'm going to bring my kids up. I don't know what order they're gonna come up in. My son Nicholas, he lives here in Arizona. He moved here a year ago so that he could be closer to his mom and maybe me but mostly his mom. He is followed by David, from Texas and Stephanie, my daughter, also from Texas. Read less

Hi everyone. For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Nicholas, and I am Patricia’s firstborn son. Before she got pregnant with me, my parents were part of a very late 70s/early 80s crowd – heavy drinkers and smokers, always hanging out with friends. But all of that changed the moment Mom found out she was pregnant. She quit drinking and smoking cold turkey and distanced herself from that lifestyle entirely.

She cared about me so much that she gave up everything she thought she enjoyed, without hesitation, and I don’t think she ever even missed it. Though, in recent years, she was definitely known to enjoy a cocktail—or six!

It’s hard to imagine changing your lifestyle so drastically at the drop of a hat, but she did. And I, for one, am so grateful she did. From the very beginning, there was no doubt that Mom loved me. I can’t imagine having a better mom. She taught me to care deeply about others, to care about the world around me, and to live with kindness. I wouldn’t be the... Read more man I am today without her.

I was a serious child—sometimes too serious. Honestly, I was 3 going on 35. In elementary school, when other kids were playing at recess, I was organizing “the litter patrol”, getting a group of classmates to spend recess cleaning up the schoolyard. I was in such a hurry to grow up that I often forgot to just be a kid.

Mom tried so hard to balance that out. She always encouraged me to be silly—and she led by example. Her laugh was absolutely infectious, loud enough to carry down the block. She always had a song in her heart and on her lips. Thankfully, I grew out of being an adultish child and into a childish adult—it’s way better, trust me. And as I’ve grown, I’ve come to treasure how easily Mom could make me laugh.

Nineteen years ago, I moved from Texas to California. For 18 of those years, I was the son who lived far away. I visited often, sometimes multiple times a year, but I was still the one who wasn’t close by. I missed Mom and Dad all the time, but I always knew they loved me and were proud of what I was doing, and of the person I had become.

One year ago this very week, an opportunity came up for me to move someplace cheaper to live. I was working remotely, so there was no reason to keep paying Southern California’s exorbitant rent prices. Mom encouraged me to move to where she and Dad had retired, and she didn’t just encourage me, she helped me do it. That’s how I ended up here, just 16 minutes away from their home.

Mom, I’m so grateful that you encouraged me to make that move. At the time, none of us could have guessed 2024 would be the last year of your life. But I’m so thankful we got to spend this past year together. After so many years far apart, we got to make up for lost time.

We didn’t just see each other on holidays; we spent regular days together, just visiting each other’s houses and hanging out. And then, last month, we went on that cruise together. Those memories will stay with me for the rest of my life.

Dad, just because she’s gone doesn’t mean I’ll stop spending time with you. If anything, these last few weeks have shown me just how precious our time together really is, and I don’t want to waste any of it.

Goodbye, Mom. I love you, and I’ll miss you. But we’ll always have Ensenada. Read less

Hi everyone. For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Nicholas, and I am Patricia’s firstborn son. Before she got pregnant with me, my parents were part of a very late 70s/early 80s crowd – heavy drinkers and smokers, always hanging out with friends. But all of that changed the moment Mom found out she was pregnant. She quit drinking and smoking cold turkey and distanced herself from that lifestyle entirely.

She cared about me so much that she gave up everything she thought she enjoyed,... Read more without hesitation, and I don’t think she ever even missed it. Though, in recent years, she was definitely known to enjoy a cocktail—or six!

It’s hard to imagine changing your lifestyle so drastically at the drop of a hat, but she did. And I, for one, am so grateful she did. From the very beginning, there was no doubt that Mom loved me. I can’t imagine having a better mom. She taught me to care deeply about others, to care about the world around me, and to live with kindness. I wouldn’t be the man I am today without her.

I was a serious child—sometimes too serious. Honestly, I was 3 going on 35. In elementary school, when other kids were playing at recess, I was organizing “the litter patrol”, getting a group of classmates to spend recess cleaning up the schoolyard. I was in such a hurry to grow up that I often forgot to just be a kid.

Mom tried so hard to balance that out. She always encouraged me to be silly—and she led by example. Her laugh was absolutely infectious, loud enough to carry down the block. She always had a song in her heart and on her lips. Thankfully, I grew out of being an adultish child and into a childish adult—it’s way better, trust me. And as I’ve grown, I’ve come to treasure how easily Mom could make me laugh.

Nineteen years ago, I moved from Texas to California. For 18 of those years, I was the son who lived far away. I visited often, sometimes multiple times a year, but I was still the one who wasn’t close by. I missed Mom and Dad all the time, but I always knew they loved me and were proud of what I was doing, and of the person I had become.

One year ago this very week, an opportunity came up for me to move someplace cheaper to live. I was working remotely, so there was no reason to keep paying Southern California’s exorbitant rent prices. Mom encouraged me to move to where she and Dad had retired, and she didn’t just encourage me, she helped me do it. That’s how I ended up here, just 16 minutes away from their home.

Mom, I’m so grateful that you encouraged me to make that move. At the time, none of us could have guessed 2024 would be the last year of your life. But I’m so thankful we got to spend this past year together. After so many years far apart, we got to make up for lost time.

We didn’t just see each other on holidays; we spent regular days together, just visiting each other’s houses and hanging out. And then, last month, we went on that cruise together. Those memories will stay with me for the rest of my life.

Dad, just because she’s gone doesn’t mean I’ll stop spending time with you. If anything, these last few weeks have shown me just how precious our time together really is, and I don’t want to waste any of it.

Goodbye, Mom. I love you, and I’ll miss you. But we’ll always have Ensenada. Read less

Before I share my eulogy I would like to I introduce myself...

Hello. I am Stephanie Post (Pat's daughter, technically step-daughter but we don't like the word "Step" I called her my mom and she called me her daughter). 💕

I would like to personally thank everyone for honoring mom the way they have. From attending the service and Celebration of Life, sharing memories and love here on this website, sending cards, to giving us a call. The compassion you have given during this difficult time is greatly appreciated!

Here is the eulogy I presented that I would like to share with you all.

I could stand here and tell all of you how wonderful of a person mom was, what she did for me, her family, and her friends, but I would only be repeating things that we already know and said about her. I could tell you all these things again but I feel that mom would rather me not ignore what God has placed upon my heart to say to each of us. Which is this...

God wants us to rest in his presence... Read more as we mourn loss. He wants us to allow ourselves to feel the comforting embrace of his love. To draw close to him in prayer, and meditate on his Word. It is written in Isaiah 66:13 "As mother comforts her child, so I will comfort you." Matthew 5:4 says "Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted" In 2 Corinthians 1:3 it states He is... El Nehkumah (Neh-coo-maa)... "The God of all comfort".

God is our comforter in sorrow. There is nothing in this world that will give us the comfort that only He can. God will never leave us or forsake us during loss. He will strengthen our hearts, give us understanding and give us peace. He asks for all of us to believe in his Son, so that He can give us the greatest gift...eternal life.

I will close with this scripture which I believe mom would want to say to us to give us comfort...

"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing." 2 Timothy 4:7-8

It brought mom great joy to let us all know the merciful love he has for each of us. Because of her love for us and for God, she now rejoices with the crown of righteousness placed upon her head, healed and renewed dancing in his glorious presence. Read less

Before I share my eulogy I would like to I introduce myself...

Hello. I am Stephanie Post (Pat's daughter, technically step-daughter but we don't like the word "Step" I called her my mom and she called me her daughter). 💕

I would like to personally thank everyone for honoring mom the way they have. From attending the service and Celebration of Life, sharing memories and love here on this website, sending cards, to giving us a call. The compassion you have given during this difficult time... Read more is greatly appreciated!

Here is the eulogy I presented that I would like to share with you all.

I could stand here and tell all of you how wonderful of a person mom was, what she did for me, her family, and her friends, but I would only be repeating things that we already know and said about her. I could tell you all these things again but I feel that mom would rather me not ignore what God has placed upon my heart to say to each of us. Which is this...

God wants us to rest in his presence as we mourn loss. He wants us to allow ourselves to feel the comforting embrace of his love. To draw close to him in prayer, and meditate on his Word. It is written in Isaiah 66:13 "As mother comforts her child, so I will comfort you." Matthew 5:4 says "Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted" In 2 Corinthians 1:3 it states He is... El Nehkumah (Neh-coo-maa)... "The God of all comfort".

God is our comforter in sorrow. There is nothing in this world that will give us the comfort that only He can. God will never leave us or forsake us during loss. He will strengthen our hearts, give us understanding and give us peace. He asks for all of us to believe in his Son, so that He can give us the greatest gift...eternal life.

I will close with this scripture which I believe mom would want to say to us to give us comfort...

"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing." 2 Timothy 4:7-8

It brought mom great joy to let us all know the merciful love he has for each of us. Because of her love for us and for God, she now rejoices with the crown of righteousness placed upon her head, healed and renewed dancing in his glorious presence. Read less

Mother
This was one of the hardest things I’ve ever written
Not because I couldn’t think of things to say about my mother.
That’s easy.
That’s natural. Everywhere I look in my life is filled with her words. She speaks to me still, as she has for the past forty years.
no, it was due to fear, fear of finality.
I was afraid that once I wrote this, once I prepared this.
Then that was it
Finality.
But there is no finality. She speaks to me still
I hear her laugh everywhere I look. I was afraid of the sounds of her suffering. But even now they fade, I hear her laughter, I hear her love
I feared the finality of her absence. But I feel her here now with us. I feel her love.
My mother was the type of person who filled you with joy when you were empty, who filled you with hope when you felt lost.
My mother was the type of person that made me look forward to tomorrow, when you feared finality.
Just this past January I spoke with a friend about my awareness that I was at the age that... Read more there is a number. It didn’t feel real then, I didn’t feel like I was talking about me. Because I couldn’t prepare myself for that. We don’t know what that number is. We don’t know what tomorrow will be, for any of us. But today. We have the ones we love, tell them.
Today we still feel her love, because she tells me.

She was goofy, she was charming, she was witty.
She loved to play games, she loved to tease and poke and joke. She made rooms brighter, lighter, and full of laughter. She loved to dance, she loved to sing, to paint, to create. She was Pat The brat.

Everything I have ever aspired to be was seeded from my parents. Every day that passes I am more aware of how uniquely blessed I was to have them in my lives. I hear their guidance, love, and laughter resonate through my life each day.

Just this past December she was telling me how excited she was to be a grandmother, that she wanted my daughter to know her, not just know of her, she wanted to be in that grand baby’s life.
I promise you, she will be. Through my voice, through my parenting, through our stories through her goofy echos that resonate through our every day lives. She will be there, she will be a part of that little girls life. It is one of my greatest joys to make her a grandmother.
Watching her be a grandmother to my two boys brought me so much peace.
I will forever ache to not have the ability to watch that happen with my daughter.

Don’t fear the finality of what we have. Just love, love your wives, love your husbands, children, brothers and sisters. And be the best version of yourself each day for them.

I love her, I feel her with me, but I will miss her dearly. She was my best friend. Read less

Mother
This was one of the hardest things I’ve ever written
Not because I couldn’t think of things to say about my mother.
That’s easy.
That’s natural. Everywhere I look in my life is filled with her words. She speaks to me still, as she has for the past forty years.
no, it was due to fear, fear of finality.
I was afraid that once I wrote this, once I prepared this.
Then that was it
Finality.
But there is no finality. She speaks to me still
I hear her laugh everywhere I look. I was afraid... Read more of the sounds of her suffering. But even now they fade, I hear her laughter, I hear her love
I feared the finality of her absence. But I feel her here now with us. I feel her love.
My mother was the type of person who filled you with joy when you were empty, who filled you with hope when you felt lost.
My mother was the type of person that made me look forward to tomorrow, when you feared finality.
Just this past January I spoke with a friend about my awareness that I was at the age that there is a number. It didn’t feel real then, I didn’t feel like I was talking about me. Because I couldn’t prepare myself for that. We don’t know what that number is. We don’t know what tomorrow will be, for any of us. But today. We have the ones we love, tell them.
Today we still feel her love, because she tells me.

She was goofy, she was charming, she was witty.
She loved to play games, she loved to tease and poke and joke. She made rooms brighter, lighter, and full of laughter. She loved to dance, she loved to sing, to paint, to create. She was Pat The brat.

Everything I have ever aspired to be was seeded from my parents. Every day that passes I am more aware of how uniquely blessed I was to have them in my lives. I hear their guidance, love, and laughter resonate through my life each day.

Just this past December she was telling me how excited she was to be a grandmother, that she wanted my daughter to know her, not just know of her, she wanted to be in that grand baby’s life.
I promise you, she will be. Through my voice, through my parenting, through our stories through her goofy echos that resonate through our every day lives. She will be there, she will be a part of that little girls life. It is one of my greatest joys to make her a grandmother.
Watching her be a grandmother to my two boys brought me so much peace.
I will forever ache to not have the ability to watch that happen with my daughter.

Don’t fear the finality of what we have. Just love, love your wives, love your husbands, children, brothers and sisters. And be the best version of yourself each day for them.

I love her, I feel her with me, but I will miss her dearly. She was my best friend. Read less