There's a hole in our hearts with the passing of our dear friend and neighbor, Fletcher Patterson. He died on Saturday morning, August 15. His sons said that there was a beautiful reflection of the sun coming up from the lake lighting up his face. They called us immediately and we went down to be with them.
Bubba had the opportunity to tell him that he was the best friend he had ever had and that he loved him. I think he will always be glad he was able to tell him that. I brought bites of food that I thought he might eat and fed it to him. He always told me he loved me when I left. He had such a peace and I will never forget that. Thankfully, he never required a lot of pain medication.
His grandson told of him repeating over and over, "O grave where is thy victory?"
He had a beautiful service. He would be/is pleased. He planned it. It was perfect.
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