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Patrick Parker Obituary
Mr. Parker, 31, of Charlotte, died December 31, 2004.
Funeral service is 11:00 AM Wednesday, January 5, at Powles Funeral Home Chapel of Rockwell, with Reverend Charles McManus officiating. Interment will be in St. James Lutheran Church Cemetery, Rockwell. The family will receive friends from 7:00-8:30 PM Tuesday, January 4, at the funeral home.
Mr. Parker was born in Rowan County, and was a 1991 Graduate of Central Cabarrus High School in Concord. He graduated from Blue Ridge Bible College, was a former Children's Minister at the Covenant Christian Church, Newton, did pre-school ministry at Myers Park Baptist Church Day Care Center, and did mission work in Haiti. Mr. Parker was a teller with Wachovia Bank, NA in Charlotte.
Survivors include his mother, Trudy Amery of Charlotte; father, Al Parker of Concord; sister, Tonya Parker Beaver of Concord; brothers, Alex Amery, Brandon Amery and Mark Amery, all of Charlotte; paternal grandmother, Mrs. Mildred Parker of Richfield, NC; maternal grandparents, Edith & Tillman Duncan of Rockwell, NC; stepmother, Nancy Parker of Concord; stepfather, Alan Amery of Charlotte; and brother-in-law, Dr. Robert A. Beaver of Concord, NC.
Memorials in honor of Patrick Scott Parker may be made to the charity of the donor's choice.
Powles Funeral Home of Rockwell is in charge.
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Memories and Condolences
for Patrick Parker
Sponsored by Blessed To Be Patrick's Mother, Trudy.
Trudy Amery
July 28, 2021
Making sure viewers here have my current email address! Nightingale.intrusion @gmail.com. Blessed to have been Patrick´s mother! Trudy
Trudy Amery
October 4, 2020
Happy Birthday, Patrick 2020
T—This the night before your birthday and I am up writing alongside a small fire as the chill has returned to the Carolina air. Your siblings are spread out over many places this evening, so it's just you and me. My candle is already burning on the mantle delivering the scent of autumn to celebrate you.
W—Wanting to turn back Father Time to the nights you carried in the firewood, revealing your boy scout skills reflecting into the blaze, the crackle, the sweet scents of autumn and the amazing warmth radiating out into the den.
E—Eternity feels elusive and far away because my heart is focused tonight within the old brick, mortar and wood walls of this movie playing out before me. You are right here. You are ever so near. You are stoking the fire of deepest love and family, moving about the logs of connection and blowing C02 from your warm lips to heighten the tallness of the flames.
N—Never Never Land is right here in this room and you are Peter Pan and even Robin Hood with your amazing heart of gold. That old saying "Only the good die young." Like friendships, no two fires are ever the same. I remember them all. Your face being flushed and your worn red flannel shirt being full of wood pieces and chips clinging to your chest. I hear your funny jokes and see your attempts to produce the perfect roasted marshmallow. None of us could build a fire as nicely as you.
T—Twilight hours preluding into evening remain the hardest without you. All creatures big and small are scurrying home to their nest, burro, cave, underneath a rock or up a tall tree. Sixteen years have passed since we could welcome you home to celebrate your early October birthday. Just for tonight, your voice fills this den of gathering place as I hear you sing, “Lord, Light The Fire In My Heart Again.”
Y—Yonder - just over yonder and down the street, your footprints remain. The creekside meadow still whispers the name Patrick. Your homemade sling and boomerang resting in the tall trees. Your guitar strings rusting under the rich soil. The Easter eggs and shells you hid, now long ago eaten by small critters. The bracelet you lost saying, “What Would Jesus Do" probably still under the azalea bush from where you mowed the grass for Katharyn and Gerald. It feels like yesterday and just over yonder.
T—Time has passed as spring, summer, autumn and winter still deliver their special seasonal gifts all around Brook Forest. The vocal owles and beautiful cardinals still entertain with zest and joy.
W— Wise men say, "Only Fools Rush In" but we couldn’t help falling in love with you. Perfection, you were not. But, kind, loving, sweet, giving and thoughtful - giving the shirt off your back or the shoes from your feet - you were. I watched this play out so many times. Pulling up to a stoplight in pouring rain - you giving your only twenty dollar bill and the shoes right off your feet to a shoeless homeless man standing on the sidewalk. I aspire each day to be more like you, son.
E— Eternity is forever and even the name of your favorite cologne. We would never call you back to earth, even if we could. During the most trying times of your life - you were overheard playing your guitar and singing praises to your God. One man with one guitar, singing and writing his little songs - "I Got Jesus In My Heart And I'm Gonna Share Him With You“ - “I Got Peace In My Heart And I'm Gonna Share It With You." I know eternal saving grace has built a bridge between you and us - and we shall see you again.
N—Now and forevermore, the only ultimate truth in all of living and dying - is LOVE. This now, we remember your amazing smile, your kind spirit, your tried and true faith and your heart of gold. The now gets easier, for we who loved you on earth, praise you now as one of God's sheep in heaven. Our beautiful and loving Savior has you safely within His own flock in the bluest sky. The now we speak from as beautiful autumn leaves begin to fall - compares not to the streets of gold in heaven, whereby grace and love embrace all that was and is you.
T—Trusting and leaning not upon our own understanding, we pause and reflect your love for the underdog, the less fortunate, the forgotten and downtrodden and the lost and hurting children of God. We aspire to walk in your shoes as a servant of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Y—Your yesterdays and tomorrows upon earth have come and gone. This October, 4th 2020 - we ask God and His mighty host of angels to deliver our message of LOVE to you - for it is truly written within the scriptures of the very Bible you studied, marked up and wore out. 1 Corinthians 13:13 And now these three remain; faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. Until we meet again, our dearest Patrick - this shall be all we need. All our love, Mom
Trudy Amery
February 22, 2020
PATRICK He was kind, caring, loving, funny and joyful. He was Christian, outspoken, devoted, empathetic and soulful. He was very tall, handsome, sleek and lean. He was talented, creative, intelligent and full of dreams. He was beloved son, brother, husband and friend. He was one man with a guitar with many sermons to lend. He loved kids, in childrens ministry from Bible College to orphanages in Haiti been. Never did we think at barely thirty one his life on earth would end. Our eternal truth through Christ will one day bring us around again. His Mom - Trudy
Trudy Amery
October 4, 2019
October 04, 2019: In stillness and solitude, I light a candle to illuminate your spiritual soul. It helps me bring tranquil awareness to the day of your earthly birth. That first moment I touched your face and held you tenderly. The burning flame symbolizes my ongoing words and thoughts, on this your birthday night. The candle reflects hope, love, joy, peace and amazing grace! I speak prayers of thanks for your life and short mission. Your October light came in a rainbow of beautiful hues. Now these mementos, photos, your music, your writings and sermons - I hold nearest and dearest to my heart! Let there be light! Let there be everlasting love - forever and everywhere! It is enough! I shall see you again! God is good and His mercies are new every morning! Mom
Trudy Amery
October 4, 2019
HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN HEAVEN PATRICK Drove to the country last night because I wanted to share the sunrise of October 4th with you. The warmth of the beautiful morning sun resting upon my shoulder delivering God's Grace anew. Early bird chirpings and the train whistle accomnement playing a Song Of Celebration just for you. A flock of wild geese in perfect formation up above my head flew. There are no accidents nor coincidental things with this day four October sky gloriously filled views. Each member of your family pausing in our own private way - to speak little words of happy birthday to our very beloved you! Mom
Wilma Underwood
August 8, 2019
Patrick, I never had the pleasure of meeting you, or your mom, but I am corresponding with her, and your sweetness lives on through her love for you and her memories of you. You have a mom like no other, and you will forever be a part of her, and remain in her heart.
Heaven is much sweeter with you and your music there....
Trudy Amery
January 1, 2019
PATRICK ~ Soar forever high in the Devine open sky above and play your songs of celebration for all the heavenly host of saints and angels. On this, the 14th year anniversary of your assent up to our Lord you loved so dearly. You are forever and everywhere missed and loved, especially in the misty rain and gentle fog of this New Years Eve 2018. +++ Those who have insight will shine brightly like the brightness of the expanse of heaven - and those who lead the many to righteousness, like the stars forever and ever. +++ Daniel 12:3
Trudy Amery
October 4, 2018
The Cardinal Bird That Is Patrick
October 4th, 2018
The Patrick Cardinal Bird appeared to Tonya, his sister, and left a bird feather for Trudy, his Mother. This is how Patrick might describe the letters.
C - Christ
Our Savior by Grace
Our light and our salvation
Our wings of silver
Our lifting of all the hurts
Our grace for freedom and flight
Our always present fulfillment
Our abiding joy
Our refreshing and cleansing rain
Our peace after the storm
Our forever home
Our anchor in times of turbulence
A - Abundance
Not our metals or trophies
Our scars exposed fully
Our plenty of all that matters
Our audacious bounty
Our rich blessings
Our thriving eternity
Our limitless availability to tap into
Our abounding fountain of Grace
Our plentiful forgiveness
Our Largest Love
R - Rest
Our incline to rise again
Our forever recover
Our pause before eternity
Our temporary sleep
Our slumber place
Our interlude
Our peace-pipe smoke of no pain
Our rainbow colors
Our dust to dust
Our temporary ash to ash
Our return to the earth
D - Demonstration
Our kindness, compassion, faith and friendship play
Our blessing to others show
Our planting of seeds in God's big greenhouse of love and grace
Our centerpiece of service
Our lit candle of light
Our opened lips of Praise
Our don't worry be happy
Our voice speaking His love
Our grand public display
Our sign in the yard
Our wreath on the door
Our hand outreached
Our joyful application
Our dance of Praise
Our Praise and Worship
Our Christ illustrated
Our march to show
Our rally that flows
Our show of evidence
Our manifestation
I - Instrument
Our October song
Our guitar string
Our Christmas drum to bang
Our Gabriel horn to blow
Our tool to proclaim peace
Our aircraft to fly with the eagles
Our gizmo to work for good
Our gauge to monitor our hearts
Our cross to carry
Our gadget to measure joy
Our measuring cup of faith
Our eternal clock hand to turn
Our cello of grace
Our harmonica of love
N - Now and Forever
The Alpha and Omega
Genesis to Revelations
Birth, Death and back again
Our through the decades
Cradle to the grave and then to Heaven
Baby teeth to dentures
Prelude to finale
The at once continuance
The past time revival
The pay now attention
The forever long Baptism
The never ever gone
The nowness and infinite Love
The continually going
The now and forever home
The exact moment
The Final heavenly eternity
A - Assurance
Weeping comes in the night but joy is assured in the morning light
Gentle humility
Nothing gets in the way of God's love
Noah's Ark dove and the olive branch
X marks the Grace spot
Rainbow promises
Our knowing that is
Our firm equilibrium
Our only guarantee
Our solemn security
Our binding bond
Our no doubt belief
Our knowing assurance
Our growing of faith
L - Love
My forever box of memories
Boyscout badges
Football musk
Eternity cologne
My fishing hooks
My religious books
My Jesus is the reason Christmas tree
Tonya's toy box and her blue eyes
Playing with my brothers
Bedtime prayers
Monsters under the bed
Wiggly worms
Snakes and snails
Puppy dog tails
My camping tent
Hamonicas and guitar strings
My Alan's guidance
Tillman's support
My Mamaw's prayers
My blowing whistle
My new brother Ryan
My white Tonya feather
My Parker Claire charm
My Mother's hand
My Daddy's shoulder
My Elmers glue
My baseball glove
My Bethlehem Baptism
My sermons preached
My Tara's face
My sun dried notes
My tapes of praise
My little songs written
My raisin oatmeal cookie
My Willy the whale
My cinnamon toast
My photographs
My pressed weddings flowers
My white dove
My old newspapers
My high school friends
My big wheel
My dippity-do Hair gel
My Nancy apron
My guitar case
My Clifford pipe
My forgiveness
My praise and worship[
My Me Cardinal Bird
My summer thunderstorms
My Autumn leaves falling
My mountain creek to play in
My headstone eagle
My Sister's faith
My Grandmother's Bible
My God's Saving Grace
Trudy Amery
June 21, 2018
I wanted to give an update on an email address whereby I may be reached. [email protected]. Patricks Mother, Trudy Amery
Patrick at Randolph Jr High - Your memory is strong with me!
April 28, 2018
Trudy Amery
October 4, 2017
God is the LIGHT of the world! Patrick, one of your favorite songs to sing was about this little light of mine/yours! Your light was bright and you lived a life and ministry of loving to serve others through your strong Christian faith! You would say and demonstrate that WE are God's hands and His feet! I am proud to be your mother! I am still learning from the light of your spirit! I illuminate this little candle so that you can see your spirit light still shines brightly within the October Sky for all the world to see! We honor you and remember all you taught us about grace and love!! Mom
Trudy Amery
October 4, 2017
My visit to your resting place today revealed such amazing peace and beauty. The October Sky is my window to your eternal soul! Your sweet spirit still soars as your smile rides each cloud above! Your birthday balloon swinging with the breeze as the birds sing a song of celebration! I can't not come here to honor all you still are to us! God of amazing grace...hold Patrick close to You until we shall meet at the gate of eternity! I thank you for his meekness, his spirit of giving and his life of service to others. Most of all, I cherish the mighty love he left behind! May I be more like this son of mine! To God be all the glory...today, forever and everywhere!
Trudy Amery
October 13, 2016
October 4th Returns
Happy Birthday Patrick
I call your name
as quietness sits upon this day
like a leaf on river water
This quietness is not alone
nestled in the stillness
are memories of you with us
October returns
the impudence of chattering crows and cardinals
the embrace of the golden setting sun
setting over windowsills and doorways
over trees and small branches
over hills and valleys
like gold, just like warmest liquid gold
Even death cannot break
where the bond of hands are
what the touch of the hands remember
holding on forever and everywhere
the cords of our voices joined with yours
approach the great divide
there lives a love so strong
that death, with all of its stinging
cannot erase it from this earth
Love is forever bridging the space
between your world and ours
There are things we all remember about you
then there are things only your mother remembers
The baby boy little sweet things driven by the wind
that shake the autumn yellowing trees
I smell your Eternity aftershave
I see your old journals
I touch your worn Bible that your marked all over
and stuffed papers into
I hold your drivers licenses and Free Willie favorite movie
your boy scout hat and wedding ring
your written songs on parched paper
and your preserved guitar
No matter, for there is joy here
mixed with the sadness
in remembering your smile and your infectious laughter
Yes, the earthen jar that was your body broke
it split into a million silver fragments
flying in the October Sky
Memory is all that holds
when the earthy ties are gone
As your mother
I step upon the barest of lines drawn in the sand
and hold on in complete faith
letting my hopes and dreams fly
till love sticks and somehow blends with the sunset
I find beautiful substance in it all
Sweet dearest Patrick
You know so much more about God's grace and freedom than I
the precious memories of your life with us
dance with beautiful tenderness
Memories of your kindness and love sway in my deepest soul
as all things sad in October are transformed
and we sing a song of celebration for our blessed time with you
Fly, fly, fly ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
far, deep, long and wide
because October is your favorite sky
October 8, 2015
Didn't know you Patrick, but I know your mom. Can't wait until she introduces us when she sees you on the other side (provided I get there of course). Your mom is a trooper and misses you bunches. Sometimes we just get distracted and forget that you are standing right beside of us and have been the whole time. And we remember instantly when we feel your presence, and that makes the day better. God Bless.
2015 Happy Birthday Uncle Patrick. Parker (now 6) released a ballon to Patrick in the sky! We sang Happy Birthday to him. Love lives forever!
October 5, 2015
Tonya and Parker...Happy Birthday Uncle Patrick. We love you! Parker realeased a ballon for Patrick to the heavens!!
October 5, 2015
Patrick's guitar
October 5, 2015
Fire built to honor Patrick. 2015
Trudy Amery
October 5, 2015
PATRICK WOULD SING
Light the fire in my soul
fan the flame
make me whole
Lord, you know where I've been
So light the fire in my heart again.
Such a sweet soul, beautiful voice and talented guitar player.
The fire in my den as Patrick's October 4th birthday was ushered in.
The fire of God's love burns brightly and the tapestry of His grace holds! Trudy Amery
October 5, 2015
Hello friends, yesterday in Carolina, we had strong wind and heavy rain and I had no internet. My best friend Karen typed this on her computer for me so it would get in on Patrick's birthday. She is a blessing in my life. Thank you so much, Karen. Trudy Amery
Trudy Amery
October 4, 2015
October Ushers In
I sit and ponder the chill in the night air on this your October fourth birthday eve. Outside the wind blows and a cool rain is falling. Cool temperatures ushered in October this year and it has rained for days.
This house of ours still whispers your name and the doors await your return. From the windows, I see you coming up the sidewalk to tell us about your journey from a very far away place over the promise of God's rainbow.
I sit alone in the den and watch the fire built tonight to honor your memory. No two fires are ever alike, just like friends and children. Each one is forever unique. God designed it just that way. This fire tonight seems very sentimental. It warms this den reminiscent of the way your smile warmed everything. You would build a fire and sit for hours writing little songs, singing and playing your guitar. " I got a song in my heart and I'm gonna share it with you,dut-do. I got joy in my heart and I'm gonna share it with you, la-da. I got Jesus in my heart and I'm gonna share Him with you, ah-hah.
I know you are playing heavenly instruments in heaven where it only rains droplets of love, peace and grace. Your beloved guitar sits near the fire tonight. Your fingerprints still clinging to the notes you played so beautifully. This night by the fireplace fills with the sound of praise for all you left behind. You taught us so much about forgiveness, loving, humbleness, meekness and servant-hood.
As the hour strikes midnight, your birthday arrives and I celebrate your living, giving, reading His word and writing, your singing, your sermon preaching, your testimony and your unforgettable smile. As hearts remember you here on earth, may the host of heaven and God's angelic choir sing happy eleventh heaven day to you, my sweet son.
Tonight the fire warms the entire den in your honor as your sweet spirit continues to warm the hearts of the many lives you touched on earth. I know you by heart and am forever proud an eternally blessed to have been chosen to be your Mom. The same old house, the same guitar, the same old mortar and brick - burning the fire of love.
God's grace is sufficient and you live vividly in our hearts forever. Patrick - one beautiful soul, one man with a guitar and such a beautiful story told. You always sang "dear lord, light the fire in my heart again." May it be forever true! Your song remains, Mom.
Sandy Sloop Kendall
August 26, 2015
In honor of Patrick...one called of God....led by the Spirit...safe in the arms of Jesus.
AB
December 31, 2014
Vechnaya Pamyat' Patrick.
My Winter Window To You
Trudy Amery
December 31, 2014
Like Big Snow Flakes Falling All Around
I feel your warmth around me
like your presence is so near
And I close my eyes to visualize
your face when you were here
I cherish the times we spent together
and they are locked inside my heart
For as long as I have those memories
we will never be apart
Your voice is always there
Because every night before I sleep
I visit you in prayer
My winter window to you
I can open it up whenever I like
I'll pick a moment and watch it through
My little heart's vision acts as a promise
I'll never ever forget you
WE honor your life, your work, your music, your ministry to others and your beautiful smile! Your family and friends. Mom
Ten years have passed, we remember and celebrate you! Happy Birthday, Patrick!
Trudy Amery
October 6, 2014
Patrick's birthday falls on October 4th. We still honor the date each year and cherish the memories. We shall always celebrate his sweet spirit and amazing smile!
Songs from his heart
Trudy Amery
October 6, 2014
CD
Trudy Amery
October 6, 2014
Cross Your Heart
Trudy Amery
October 6, 2014
Playing, songwriting and singing
Trudy Amery
October 6, 2014
His favorite picture of an eagle from his music notebook and his favorite Bible verse.
Trudy Amery
October 6, 2014
Patrick ministered to children at Laurel Ridge Moravian Camp at Laurel Springs, NC
Trudy Amery
October 6, 2014
Trudy Amery
October 6, 2014
It Has Been 10 Years: Patrick was a children's minister. He ministered to children of all ages. He was a camp counselor for many summers at Laurel Ridge, a Moravian camp of the Southern Providence of The Moravian Church of America, in Laurel Springs, North Carolina. Patrick attended with his family, The Little Church On The Lane, in Charlotte, NC. He attended CONVO in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. It was there his faith grew tremendously strong. He studied Early Childhood Development at Central Piedmont Community College and worked at Myers Park Baptist Church in Charlotte, NC in the preschool children's department. He later went on to study theology at Rocky Mount Bible College in Rocky Mount, Virginia. He was an ordained children's minister at Covenant Christian Church in Hickory, NC. He additionally went to Hatti to minister to the children of that devastated region of the world. He had such a genuine love and respect for the innocence of a child's heart. He often prayed to have a childlike faith. His music sustained him. He was on the praise and worship team at Bible college for three years. His guitar playing, song writing and singing remained a part of his ministry. His strong and abiding faith made a huge difference in the lives of his family and countless others. This year marks the 10 anniversary of his passing to be with his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Patrick passed away two months after his 31st birthday on New Years Eve night. We have learned to celebrate his life and not his passing. His kind and loving heart still beats within the lives of those he touched. I wrote this to honor those contributions he unselfishly made to show stewardship and servanthood. I love reading your stories about Patrick here. I see his love in the sunset each evening and feel his essence touching me in nature. I hear his music in the songs of the birds. Through our faith, we his family and closest friends believe that there is a much greater love through Christ and we shall all come around again. Patrick is a grand part of that tapestry which remains forever strong. God's grand design is enough, forever to eternity. May you find that same peace! Thank you for visiting and contributing to this memorial page. Remaining forever proud...to have been his mother, Trudy Amery
A Childlike Faith. He loved teaching and ministering to children.
Trudy Amery
October 5, 2014
Patrick started his education at Central Piedmont Community College in Charlotte NC before going on to Rocky Mount Bible College in Virginia. He studied childhood development at CPCC and worked in the pre-school ministry department at Myers Park Baptist Church Day Care, Charlotte NC. He longed to have a childlike faith.
Where Patrick studied to become an ordanied minister in Rocky Mount, Va
Trudy Amery
October 5, 2014
Foothills House Of Hope, Hickory, NC
Trudy Amery
October 5, 2014
Laurel Ridge Camp where he spent much of his early ministry.
Trudy Amery
October 5, 2014
CONVO, youth convention he attended in historical Bethleham, Pennsylvan.ia
Trudy Amery
October 5, 2014
CONVO, where his faith grew very strongly.
Trudy Amery
October 5, 2014
This is where he started his strong faith in God. Little Church On The Lane.
Trudy Amery
October 5, 2014
Patrick's footstone...he would have wanted his makers to tell a story of God's amazing grace and love for all His children.
Trudy Amery
October 5, 2014
Patrick's favorite Bible verse: Isaiah 40:31 and his favorite eagle picture foud in his music notebook. I wanted his headstone to be a tribute to God.
Trudy Amery
October 5, 2014
Sing A Song Of Celebration...one of the songs on Patrick's CD, CROSS YOUR HEART
Trudy Amery
October 5, 2014
Honoring 10 years since Patrick passed into eternity.
Trudy Amery
October 5, 2014
Trudy Amery
October 4, 2014
TJ and her little (tall) brother Patrick.
When love ran deep
and smiles were big.
Your sweet memory we still keep.
Your kind spirit still lifts our hearts.
The circle of Grace remains strongly complete.
May God and the host of heavenly angels
celebrate all that you still are to us.
Happy October 4th birthday, Patrick Mom
Mandy Hughes
September 7, 2014
Dear Trudy,
Meeting you has been such a blessing. I am so very sorry for your loss. It is evident that Patrick was a very special man and that he was a very special gift from the Lord. What a wonderful example of love to a hurting world. May you deeply know God's blessings and comfort always.
Trudy Amery
December 31, 2013
Twinkle, Twinkle...Light Of Heaven...God's Amazing Grace confetti rain down on us this New Year's Eve Night 2013.
December 25, 2013
December 25, 2013
Christmas Day
My Dearest Trudy,
May Your Christmas Day, find you in a World filled with Heart's Blessings and Lovingkindness.
Listening to Celine on this sacred day, warm memories fill in the blank spaces.
And as time draws near Patrick's Anniversary, please know that my Heart has always been with you at
these times. Even though invisibly. Patrick has forever resided in my Heart, Thoughts and Spirit since
the honor and privilege of the day You introduced him to me.
I became invisible on the day my Travis believed that he ran out of options. By his own hands, my loving son departed this earth.
And for those left in the void of his lovely essence, Earth as we knew it stopped and has never spun on the same axis
ever again.
Silence is my only peace at this moment. Solitude provides ample shelter to a Father's sadness and thoughts as
to what else I could have done to prevent such a total loss of a son's lovely Life. The answers still have not arrived.
I look for them everyday. Perhaps for an eternity.
My Heart's apologies for not keeping my Promise to You. But, I have found it hard to even communicate with myself. One
day, I hope that that door reopens, so that I am able to share Life once again as I knew it.
Until that day please remain safe, smile big and love forth, Lady Nightingale. May your Heart's path and journey be filled
with all of the joys this world has to offer and which You so richly deserve.
Your friend, always…
Sous le vent……Thom
Trudy Amery
October 4, 2013
Sweet October returns with all of the sweet memories one month can possibly hold! Happy Birthday, Patrick. Mom
Trudy Amery
October 4, 2013
October 4th, Your Birthday, 2013: Within My Dreams
I once more lift you gently from your crib
I rock you lovingly till your tears have dried
I find you hiding in Tonya's toy box
I call your name loudly at dinner for I know you are playing somewhere in the rocks
I pack your banana and peanut butter sandwich for school lunch
I reach down and tie your shoe
I help you learn your spelling words
I watch you from the window at the bus stop
I follow behind you and your sister trick or treating
I watch Jody and Rocky lick your face
I hide the Easter eggs so you can surly find them
I tell you Jesus is the reason for the Christmas season
I wrap your birthday presents with Winnie The Pooh Bear paper
I place the candles on your birthday cake never imagining no higher than 31
I read you a bedtime story
I turn on your night light and leave your door cracked
I put away your Star Wars action figures
I watch you ride your big wheel in the driveway
I place a bandage on your scraped knee
I remember you playing in the corn field at Clifford's
I remember you pretending to steer your Dad's green VW with his cigar in your mouth
I see you and your sister playing in the water by the cabin at Winkler's Creek in Boone
I sew a newly earned badge onto your Boy Scout uniform
I watch you and Tonya chase our geese at our Mallard Creek Tall Tree Lane house
proudly watch you play football at Randolph Junior High and then Central
I remember you shoveling snow with Alan
I remember your Honda that Nancy now drives
I remember asking you to wear your seat belt while driving your fast red sports car
I walk the halls of Central attending your high school play whereby you portrayed Elijah
I watch you hold Alex for the first time in my hospital room as you turned 14
I see you pick Mindy Sue out from all the puppy strays at the Charlotte city pound
I watch you pet Braxton and Alley
I see the embers glow as you build a fire in the den fireplace
I hear you hammering the nails as you build the storage shed
I see your joy from learning Early Childhood Development at CPCC
I see you with the kids at your job as teacher at preschool ministry, Myers Park Baptist Church Daycare
I see you hold Brandon's hand as he just learns to walk
I remember you raking leaves and carving the pumpkins on the table still standing in the backyard
I see you delivering the Christmas tree to Hattie, our sitter, cause she didn't have one
I see you teaching Mark how to drive the go-cart
I remember the stories told to me from your school friends of your kindness
I listen as you play your guitar and sing for us in the living room
I remember your children's sermon at Little Church On The Lane and the hermit crab
I see you teaching your three brothers how to build a campfire on our trips to the mountains
I see you play in the sand with them on our beach trips
I read the letters your campers sent you as their counselor from Moravian Laurel Ridge
I see you sitting by the fire at CONVO in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
I read your poetry feeling peace and desire to keep your story alive
I sit again next to you in the movie and hear you cry softly for the whale in Free Willy
I hear your little songs as you held Bible Study and music night at Katherine's retirement center
I feel your hands upon my shoulders as you baptized me in a cold Virginia Lake in February
I see your joy as young Alex joined in for baptizing as well
I feel pride as you graduated from Bible College at Rocky Mount with honors
I reopen all the many loving cards and letters you wrote me
I remember your love of eagles
I remember your drawings of mountains with a rising sun and crosses in sets of three
I remember seeing your face light up each time your sister walked in the room
I see you walking Brewster
I remember you playing Mother's harmonica and wearing Tillman's caps
I remember you showing Alex where real corn grows on stalks in Concord
I watch you glide perfectly back to earth in a glider the day your turned 18
I hear you play guitar and sing with Tara in the little chapel the evening you gave me away
I hear your prayers offered at Tonya's wedding
I remember you praying with your brothers on the bunk beds
I see your tears flow as Tara walked down the aisle and little Mark stood handsomely ever so near
I hear the excitement in your voice as you describe your mission work in Haiti
I hear the entire family laugh at your funny jokes and sayings
I remember you setting off fireworks on Fourth Of July and to celebrate each New Year
I remember you wanting to play Brandon's violin
I hear you mowing the yards of our neighbors
I hear your beloved North Carolina cardinal's sing
I recall your older brother to younger brother talks with Alex
I remember one man with one guitar desiring to make a difference
I hear the sermons you preached from the pulpit at Covenant Christian
I smell your Eternity cologne
I remember you grilling burgers with Bob while sharing small talk
I remember someone who cared for you hearing you praise God in the wee hours of despair
I repeat my prayers for your sad moments and struggles
I remember the intense love you had for your entire earthly family and friends
I honor your steadfast and forever abiding love for your heavenly Father
I hear Joey's voice break as he spoke of your life and his respect for you
I remember Brandon singing your favorite hymn, Alex's touching tribute, Tonya's doves and Mark's denial of gallbladder pain to be a pallbearer participant
I open your Bible given to you by your grandmother and find your treasured words written everywhere
I respect the love you had for mankind and your nonjudgmental soul
I desire to have a servant's heart such as yours
I honor your always reached out hand toward the lonely, sick, poor and homeless
I remember your beautiful smile and the laughter you brought to our home
I remember the white dove that flew to our family car the day we laid your earthly body to rest
I remember the white daisies placed upon your white coffin of soft lace
I remember to speak your message for each of us to always + cross + our hearts with God's amazing grace
I shall remember forever your beautiful spirit for it lives and I see it now in Parker Claire's face
Memories Live Forever
Trudy Amery
October 4, 2013
You played hard...and made your fnal touchdown on your field of life...now you cheer us on from heaven.
Trudy Amery
January 3, 2013
Your Joy Around The Christmas Tree.
Trudy Amery
January 3, 2013
A Happy Day In May.
Trudy Amery
January 3, 2013
Your Smiling Eyes and Bible College...with Tara.
Trudy Amery
January 3, 2013
Patrick, you left us with no warning
that New Years Eve 2004
I am content that you are in a better place
but I would give everything
just to again see your sweet face
I wish that I could tell you
that I truly miss you so
I can in my dreams where I very often go
My eyes search for you in the twilight sky
you remain here in my heart
Death is the greatest mystery
where does the spirit really go
I believe our soul knows of it's eternal nature
heaven will truly show
Your life mattered and continues to matter
It is true to say
that when a child is born,
a mother's heart is no longer her own
Many thousands of days have passed
and the New Years Eve 5 4 3 2 1 clock still ticks down
this passage of time
but rarely mends with sleeps and wakes
Can loss be since measured in increments
I still breathe in and out
and arise each and everyday
Work hard at making a difference
and even remember to play
In the Carolina wind and rain
I feel your strong embrace
Only love outlives pain
heartache, loss and human tragedy
I loved you Patrick like no other could
In my heart you will always be
You'll be a guide for me to see
You had such a beautiful singing voice
I would take your place
If I could have the choice
But I must let you rest
As your mother
I selfishly search for reasons after all this time
You brightened up our days
You brought us so much happiness
with your kind and loving ways
We ran between the raindrops
and walked beneath the sun
Oh, we had such great fun
Through the good times and sad times
You, son, were the best friend I ever had
I still smell your scent, Eternity by Calvin Klein
It reminds me of your 30 years well spent
I receive your kisses from the butterflies
that land upon my face
I see your smile in the beams of the night moon
and I hear your laugh in the lyrics of your songs
Is it possible that life will go on
so many lives were saved by your death
Nonetheless love goes on
even after these long eight years
through all the changing seasons
I will cease searching for reasons
The realm of spirituality is mystical and mysterious. When we look at the world with an attitude of wonder and awe, we become aware that the world is filled with spiritual life. Part of spirituality is being willing to admit that something is beyond your comprehension. Science has its place in understanding the world but it will never have all the answers. When we look at the universe and into our own hearts and see that which we don't understand, we know that we have touched that which is unknowable and holy.
God is good!
PATRICK
We never knew that evening
God was going to call your name
In life we loved your dearly
In death we do the same
It broke our hearts to lose you,
You did not go alone
For part of us went with you
the day God called you home
You left us beautiful memories
Your love is still our guide
And though we cannot see you
You remain always by our side
Our family chain is broken
And nothing seems the same
But as God calls us one by one
The chain will link again
A million times we've needed you
A million times we've cried
If love alone could have saved you
You never would have died
If all the world was ours to give
We would give it yes, and more
To see you coming up the steps
And walking through the door
To hear your voice and see your smile
To sit and talk awhile
To be with you that same old way
Would be our fondest day
A heart of gold stopped beating
Two smiling eyes closed to rest
Our hearts were broken as revealed to us
God sometimes takes His very best
Happy Birthday Patrick ... from Alex
Trudy Amery
October 4, 2012
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PATRICK
From the day you were born
to the day we laid you to quiet rest
your life unmistakably seemed sworn
to fullfil a very simple yet profound quest
You would say "never be quick to judge what people do or say"
nor hastily question their actions
until you've walked in their shoes far more than a day
and don't promote harsh gossip or reactions
Be their friend and offer your hand
take them down to the river to pray
be kind and say "I've been there man"
God's love and grace is free and no one has to pay
From those poor and sad children in Haiti you picked up and held
offering a big hug and a piece of bread
and the many stories of Jesus to them you did tell
the nighttime books you read and little kind things I know you said
To the homeless barefoot man you saw holding a cardboard sign on the street
on a chilly morning in early November
I watched you get out of your car to give him the shoes off your feet
and twenty dollars he would always remember
The many sweet songs you wrote on paper
then strumming till you created just the right guitar tune
we listen to this very day and will forever lovingly savor
little seeds you planted in our hearts now turning into blooms
You opened your heart to each and everyone you did meet
sharing your big beautiful smile
and never a stranger did you ever fail to greet
saying,"should you need anything, here is my number to dial"
It never required much to make you happy nor content
for your lifestyle only reflected simple things
you faced many challenges and experienced some repents
you knew firsthand what beauty God's amazing grace brings
You were the amazing unforgettable laughter in our home
growing up an extremely curious boy
always tickling our funny bone
preferring something to take apart, fix or just explore over any toy
You lived your life as a simple servant
spent many a night camping and enjoying nature with just your backpack
despite hard times always remembering to find moments to be reverent
never demanding, coveting or asking for anything back
Your birthday is the 4th of October and autumn was your most favorite season
missing you tears we often can't refrain
at Christmas you would always say "Jesus is the reason"
our abiding love for you forever remains
To this day, eight years after your passing, your friends message, email and call
giving me needed courage to always find
your gentle heart, free spirit and kindness they recall
as I lovingly continue to write your name in poetry and rhyme
But Those Who Hope In The Lord Will Renew Their Strenght.
Trudy Amery
September 19, 2012
Dearest Christy, Thank you for reaching out to me in honor of Patrick's memory. Love is the strong and everlasting tie that binds us all...forever and everywhere. God's amazing grace and love lives in all of us as we relate and lift one another up. Prayer is the greatest force upon this earth. Yes, truly angels are among us...watching over us and cheering us forward. Patrick will whisper to you in the ever so gentle sounds of the wind..."chase all your beautiful dreams and forever keep the faith". Love brings each of us around again! God bless you and yours! Trudy Amery
Christy Clevenger Furr
September 17, 2012
I have only just today heard of Patrick's passing and it breaks my heart. He was such a kind and friendly person. We dated for a short time after graduation and he was always such a gentleman. So glad to hear of his ministry. It deeply touches my heart. I look forward to seeing him again one day in Heaven. Your family will always be in my prayers.
A candle loses nothing...by lighting another candle! Patrick lived it!
Trudy Amery
December 31, 2011
New Year's Eve is often just a little bittersweet for Nightingale. I lost my son, Patrick on this night back in 2004. He was the laughter and much joy for our family! He was a candle lighter. He had a heart of pure gold! A candle looses nothing by lighting another candle. Memories of his kind heart flow all over me today. I stand in front of my new painting (my Christmas gift 2011 to myself) by my most favorite artist of this time. His work always transports my soul to a place of tranquility. He has a deep rooted passion and natural talent. He is a romance impressionists of realistic beauty, mostly of historic settings.
Despite everything that your heart carries to you this night.....continue to light candles for others, just as Patrick did. Share your heart light and wisdom with everyone. Stand firm in that beautiful light and elect to be happy. Have a blessed, safe and happy New Year's Eve. I know this to be true...Beginnings are often a little scary, endings are always a little sad....but it is all the beautiful things that happen in between....that really matter. Give HOPE a chance and it will float up.
Patrick, we honor your memory tonight. You continue to speak to us and we continue to listen. We feel your beautiful warmth and still see your amazing heart light. Mom
Cheri Harmon
December 15, 2011
I only just heard of Patrick's passing and my heart goes out to his friends and family. I was a childhood friend of Patrick's and would like to share one of my fondest memories that reflect the wonderful heart of Patrick Parker. I believe we were in 5th grade...it was Valentine's Day and Patrick was my boyfriend on this day (you know relationships lasted a long time back then:). I received 3 gifts from him...a ceramic purple heart, a winnie the pooh candle and a curling brush:) Well, the candle was slightly melted and the curling brush started smoking when I plugged it in! But the adorable thing is that here is this little boy who probably spent his whole allowance at the neighborhood yard sale to get me these gifts. To this day, those were the most thoughtful gifts I've received on Valentine's Day. I can see by his guest book that his heart was still as pure. God Bless you, Patrick. I'm so honored to have known you.
Always...+ Cross Your Heart +
Trudy Amery
October 4, 2011
Patrick, tonight I sit out on our porch and watch the half moon of early October shine ever so brightly as your birthday is ushered in again. We remember you with love and appreciation. Your family has grown to now include little Parker, who is two, a ray of pure sunshine sent directly from heaven above. I see so much of you and your sister in her beautiful little face and sweet loving character. Grandmother Mildred has joined you at the gates of the Holy Mountain. Though some enter and some leave...we are still a forever connected family under the rainbow of God's Amazing Grace and Love. Love is the Ultimate Truth In Life and Death. Love Is Forever Eternal!
Your family reflects and remembers in you a mighty immeasurable marvelousness. You had such a strong shine of heart. I could only behold it as if through a mirror. But I know that within it was every manner of sweet blossoming, every manner of good aromas and lovely scents. Your kindness of heart was to be enjoyed with unbounded delight. Here, you had one of the most humble and happy hearts despite personal sorrow at times...that moved God in your time on earth in a mighty way. You shared God's love with constant stirring and soft sincerity. Now, in all your marvelousness, that stirring still lingers on earth even after seven years. We can enjoy the sound of your sweet soul as it still whispers softly to us upon the wind of autumn's return. You taught us to greet every creature and person with grace and love in our hearts. You were like a wheel...sometimes falling down, yet getting back up and rolling over another full circle of unconditional love...like a beautiful light...a whole complete turn...that could never be understood, nor divided...nor begun...nor ended. Your heart was so incredibly loving and kind.
Patrick, you remain forever connected to all of us. We celebrate your life and your passing as we carry on knowing your spirit is still singing gracefully and beautifully to us.
Your music will forever
+ + + Cross Our Hearts + + +
Trudy Amery
December 31, 2010
I could not allow my pen to turn its back on me and hide its face in its hands
after listening to the bird songs at my window early this morning
the anniversary of your passing from earthly life to the next
and that is the way it goes down here
clouds fly by and the snow remains still on the neighbors roof
the rustle of tall leafless trees
mixes with the noise of the bird songs and your guitar sounds
still singing in tunes of vanishing time
but now in the still of this day
your beautiful heart light shines bright again
I recall your sweet spirit and kind soul
your life spoke of benedictions
which you now discuss with the Angels
maybe it is the fast moving clouds of this gray December 31st day
but I knew the day you left
that you were born to seize heaven
not just the last card in your deck of life
your love still as clear and fresh as the ten of diamonds
I sit by this living room window and pick up a
postcard you left on the table which says
you will always remember the road to home
this you scribbled on the back
I decide as I lie down on the carpet of this room
locking my hands behind my head
considering only what a difference
you made in this world
just one single man with a guitar and a giving heart
then to look up and discover your beautiful hazel eyes
on the ceiling above me
I can almost hear the new year bell ringing in heaven
eventually you had to leave for your real home
but not before writing us a song of peace on earth
which is playing on all our radio stations tonight
confetti falls from heaven
and you are still with us
and heads wearing party hats with warm hearts in the cold night
I envision catching new years eve joy tear hats
suddenly fringed with love tassels and angel wings
I get up from the floor
determine to seize firmly the love
you left behind
Praise and Worship Team...Patrick Parker (left)
Trudy Amery
December 30, 2010
I am pleased to announce that Patrick's CD is now ready. It was not produced for sale nor profit. It contains words and songs from Patrick that will bless your heart. I share this photo of Patrick with a praise and worship team at Bible College but his CD contains only his own private songs most of which he wrote himself. Titled from Patrick's personal love and appreciation of the Christian symbol (+) the simple cross. Please contact me if you would like to have his CD ~ CROSS YOUR HEART ~ produced in honor of his kind and giving soul at this the anniversary of his passing on New Years Eve 2004. Happy and blessed New Year...remember to cross your heart. God's blessings surly await! Trudy Amery
Patrick ~ You Remain A Bright Star In Our December Sky
Trudy Amery
December 4, 2010
Once upon a December
there lived a tall and handsome son
so full of life, love and giving
My pen resting across my notebook
In the last poem I wrote to you
maybe I forgot to tell you
just how proud I was to be your mother
The maritime light in the final lines
might have seemed convincing
as any puffed up Italian sonnet, a perfect ten
And the same could be said
for the precious wild cliffside flowers you would pick
for me to place in my hair
And sure the many imaginary moons
that sang to you after I read you a bedtime story
on a cold December night
My prayers that continued to circle your bed as you slept snugly
the cosmos enclosed not the walls of our rooms
But the truth is that we loved to talk long winter walks on a windy beach
back when the sea of you
was not separated from the shore in me
Now the symbolic remaining land in me
sometimes feels like an empty shore of missing shells
The sun still rising, the water still running up and down
on the beach we did once walk many times as mother and child
but mostly as friends
There still remains in the cold of this December night
so much more of you still here with me
than the few clothes hanging in a dark closet
that still smell of you after six years
an idle watch with hands
no longer telling the accurate time...movement stilled
the watch I gave you when you left for Bible college
An idle guitar still strumming your silent songs
My pen still across my notebook
as I try to begin a new life of discipline
and only think of you two times a day
The candle of December
the month you left us
The candle still burns in the window so you can find you way home
A small brown teddy bear
with a worn ear and a black dot for a missing eye
is still more than enough companion for me this night
He is worth well more than the three dollars
I paid for him when you picked him out at that roadside trinket shop
You left us on the last night in December, the eve of a new year
And I remember my first morning without you
me holding my morning coffee and I could not smell it's aroma
And the sunrise so pink over the old oak tree outside the den window
Your passion for things of the heart
already painted in the early New Year's Day sky
Love is like the leaping out of the frying pan of yourself
into the fire of someone else
Is it like trading the two birds
who are hiding in the Christmas tree
for the one you are not holding in your hand
Love is not like forcing a horse to drink
It is more like
when my pen defeats the sword
Jesus conquering death eternally
Like that one penny you have always saved
You still look at me and I feel your presence
through the halo of the candle
Your voice still speaks to me in the wind
that has no turning
I believe love just might be that early bird
that is always better late than never
Tonight I turned off every light in this home of ours
sat by the fire and
remembered you building it
Decembers of the past...I remember
A small glass of wine in hand
submitting all of my troubles and petitions
to the court of your beautiful sweet soul, Patrick.
I can't think of you and not write
so much love lives in words to be written from the heart
I wonder what the ancient poets are thinking of this moment
as my thoughts just return to love
But this is just a poem
not a long novel
for it was a beautiful short story
and the only characters here tonight are just you and I
so I keep writing so you will never again leave in December
Patrick's Music CD Will Be Ready By December 2010...when his memorial fund becomes active
Trudy Amery
October 4, 2010
PATRICK SCOTT PARKER...his CD almost finished. Please contact me if you would like to receive a copy of his music. Thanks and God's blessing upon you and yours. Trudy Amery
Trudy Amery
October 4, 2010
Happy October 4th Birthday Patrick...may the light of heaven glow upon your Angel face as we honor you from our hearts here below! Mom, Tonya, Parker, Bob, Dad, Nancy, Alan, Alex, Brandon, Mark, Ma Maw and Paw Paw Duncan
Happy Birthday, Patrick...I miss you when authum leaves fall
Trudy Amery
October 3, 2010
Dearest Patrick, I write at my desk a few hours before your October 4th birthday arrives once again. It is a Sunday night at 10:39 pm in Carolina and a soft cool rain is falling. Our pack of dogs asleep on the den floor still watch for your return at the window. I sat outside this afternoon on the cement picnic table where your always carved our
October pumpkins and thought of your kind and gentle heart. Leaves falling in the gentle breeze reminding me of how much you loved autumn. You always said, "Mom it is just like God's love falling all over our shoulders in the falling leaves". The many colors of God's love to bless our hearts and remind us of harvest time and how important planting seeds of love are. Your love sprouted all seasons of the year despite sometimes rocky soil and your brilliant heart colors warmed our spirits like a late night autumn fire. Your heart was prepared by you to be a sanctuary for all your family and friends and we lived there in love. As I sat writing this, the exact moment an email came in from your dear friend Teresa. I believe you spoke through her to let me know you were thinking of me as well. Thank you,Teresa. Patrick, I miss you most when autumn leaves fall. Happy sweet birthday,Son. You are loved and missed forever and a day. Mom
Enclosed Teresa's Email with her permission of course...because God is forever good and faithful:
Subject: Thinking about you
Date: October 3, 2010 10:40:09 PM EDT
To: Trudy Amery "Hey,
I just wanted to let you know I'm thinking about you! I'm sure tomorrow is a bittersweet day - filled with wonderful, fantastic memories, yet with sadness too. I think of you often and we really need to coordinate a time to get together! I would love that.
I think of Patrick daily. He was one of the best friends I have ever had with the biggest heart of anyone I have ever known. He will forever be in my heart. I will always carry him with me. It's weird how I will see guys around town and I'll take a second look because for a minute, just a minute I sometimes think I see him. It's hard to express how much I miss him and wish I could go back and redo about 10 years of my life. I would have never lost contact with him. These days I find myself holding close the special people in my life. Eternity is ever present on my mind. I feel a sense of urgency about sharing the message of Jesus. I know Patrick plays a huge part in that!
Just wanted you to know you are thought of on his birthday".
Much love,
Teresa
WHEN AUTUMN LEAVES FALL BY EVA CASSIDY... Reminds me of you, my sweet son, Mom
Angels Are Among Us ~ Love Lives On
Trudy Amery
May 22, 2010
AN ANGEL DAY
Dearest friends and family, today was one of those Angel Days ~ when someone thought of Patrick. This happens ever so often despite many years having passed since losing Patrick. Today a wonderful classmate friend that knew Patrick from junior high and beyond emailed me with his condolences and shared some of his wonderful personal memories of Patrick. Todd shared his personal story as well as some of the loss he himself and his family have endured. It reminds me that none of us are exempt from sadness and loss. The good news is this ~ light is always behind the darkest cloud and God is still God and present in our lives. Light always overcomes and conquerers darkness. Grace always sees us through! Having and embracing abiding faith eventually brings us a brush of kindness if we are but patient. It usually comes just at the perfect moment in time.
I wish to thank Todd for taking the time to share with me that special place in which Patrick now resides within his heart. Notes, messages and emails from Patrick's friends mean the world to me. Todd, I appreciate you reaching out to me and sharing your memories and very kind words about Patrick. Your email blessed my heart and my son would be so appreciative that you so kindly reached out to his family. May God richly bless you and yours for your very loving act of kindness.
Life within this mortal body of ours may fade, but love lives on in our hearts forever. Thank you, Todd for reminding us of that today!
Remember:
With unrelenting appreciation, the symphony of life with its melodic progression hastens to its finale....but a friendship or love that is ours to share with its joy and beauty....moves everlastingly onward in sweet memories.
When the bitter winds and dark clouds of woe come and toss us about, if we but anchor to our faith, the rainbow will come again.
I LOVE ANGEL DAYS! Trudy
Our own sweet St. Patrick
Trudy Amery
March 17, 2010
St. Patrick's Day 2010, March 17th
Even though our family is not Irish, St. Patrick's Day always brings to us thoughts of our own "St. Pat". Much time passed after Patrick left us whereby I prayed over and over to dream of him. Months and months passed before I was blessed with my request. The first dream was very short and quick with smaller meaning. My second dream and most vivid dream of Patrick came around 3am early on St. Patrick's Day morning. It was the most beautiful dream I have ever had in my entire lifetime. I felt his presence and knew that he had truly visited me on what I believe was an appropriately chosen time to draw my deepest attention. The dream delieverd a clear message that Patrick was at home and happy in heaven.
Pat sought and admired God's love so much outdoors in nature. He loved the sun and stars. All things green he cherished! St. Patrick's Day reminds us to wish for our loved ones, love, joy, happiness and good luck. It reminds us that spring is not far away. Even Christ died upon a tree that death had made bare, but love and new life always comes back in spring with blossoms and new green leaves. Love is like that. Love never dies. It is like that small single blade of grass that pops up each time spring arrives. It is cultivated in the soil forever ~ so lush and green ~ just like love. Every moment can be a vision of hope. Spring heralds in the arrival of Grace. Love can never lose its own. Today, we celebrate our own sweet St. Patrick with love. Mom
Trudy Amery
December 31, 2009
As imperceptibly as grief
that new years eve lapsed away
too imperceptible, at last
to seem like reality
A quietness distilled as twilight that long begun
or nature, spending with herself
sequestered late night
The dusk drew earlier in
the morning foreign shone
a courteous, yet harrowing grace
as one of love's best would be gone
And thus, with a wing and a prayer
or service of a beautiful life that 2004 winter night made your light
escape into the forever beautiful.
A tribute to your light, We love and forever miss you, Patrick! Mom
We love you, Pat
Trudy Amery
December 12, 2009
DECEMBER 2009 is here and the Patrick Scott Parker Memorial Fund is now accepting donations. We love and remember Patrick at this beautiful time of year! Any small donation is appreciated for it helps the teens at The House Of Hope have a wondeful Christmas. Patrick spent his life serving and he would be so honored to know you carry on serving in his name. Steps as to how to donate are listed here in precious post about his fund. Please feel free to mail me or call me at 704-364-4880 if you have any questions. God's grace and blessing be yours today and always. Patrick's Mom ~ Trudy
PATRICK ~ your beautiful heart light will forever brightly shine.
October 9, 2009
Teresa Porter
October 8, 2009
Trudy,
I've been trying to email you for quite awhile now. The emails are returned undeliverable. You are in my thoughts often these past few weeks around his birthday. Looking down at the baptism picture, my heart just leaps with joy to see him in this role. I miss him immensely and think of him daily. Being back in Concord after all this time and driving past Central and his old neighborhood every morning, I am flooded with fantastic memories of one of the dearest people I have ever known. The impact he had in my life is one I could never put into words, but know that there is a special place in my heart and soul that is filled with him!
Much love,
Teresa
[email protected]
Thom Pepe
October 8, 2009
October | 2009 | Kohala Coast, Island of Hawai'i
Dearest Trudy Elaine |
May it Be...that your captivating smile, calm mind and open heart will be filled with the joyful memories of Patrick during this month, year and lifetime of special reunion between Mother and Son.
May it Be...that loving family members and friends recall those unique moments whereby Patrick touched them spiritually, lovingly and with his special love of everyone.
May it Be...as Heaven's Angels recruit him to their ranks, that we always remember, He will always be
with us in all of the ways that he would have loved to have celebrated.
May it Be...that these words for one small moment have the power to soften the everlasting hurt that Patrick's absence brings to our earthly world.
May it Be...that Patrick's smiles and personal legacy live within our Hearts, without surrender, forever and always, plus one day.
Sous le vent. My Heart is with You.
Me ke aloha pumehana..........Thom
Patrick loved to be outside enjoying nature and all of God's creations. This was taken one Oct 4th birthday before going up in a glider~Thumbs UP!
October 7, 2009
Patrick Parker Memorial Fund
Trudy Amery
October 7, 2009
~PATRICK SCOTT PARKER MEMORIAL FUND
Founder ~ Kim Honeycutt, MSW, LCSW, CCFC, CCAS
Donations: House Of Hope
PO Box 11292
Hickory, North Carolina
28603-1292
T-828-256-6028
Email ~ [email protected]
PATRICK SCOTT PARKER ~ led his life purposefully and following a God he loved. A Christian man that his family and community drew hope and encouragement from. He spent time in Haiti doing missions work and he poured his heart into children's ministry in Mecklenburg and Catawba counties. Patrick died December 31st 2004 and to commemorate his life Kim Honeycutt would like to honor him and his commitment to goodwill with this fund to help raise money to be donated to the House Of Hope in Hickory, NC. This ministry helps troubled and hurting teens, and this fund will help provide healing and joyful times for these young adults. The fund becomes most active between Patrick's October 4th birthday and Christmas each year, but the fund receives donations all year long. This is a tax-deductible donation.
If you are so lead to honor Patrick in this manner ~ take an envelope and mail a check in any amount to House Of Hope and know these teenagers will have a special Christmas because of your help. In the For section of your check write: Patrick Parker Fund. If you have questions, call Ken and Dee Dee at House Of Hope 828-256-6028 or Kim Honeycutt at Peer In Restoration Center-704-541-1141 or Trudy Amery(Patrick's Mother)-704-364-4880.
PATRICK SCOTT PARKER MEMORIAL FUND ~ Founded by Kim Honeycutt, MSW,LCSW,CCFC,CCAS ~ Donations Accepted To ~ House Of Hope
October 7, 2009
Trudy Amery
October 4, 2009
October 04, 2009
Late Evening
Dearest Patrick, It has now been five years since we could celebrate your birthday with you. Nonetheless, we hold you very close and feel your sweet presence in the early October breeze. Your love and joy for life and your heart for God still shines as brightly as the beautiful full harvest moon shinning to light the world on this your birthday night. You touched our lives in so many wonderful and forever lasting ways. Your smile was the sunshine in our day and your beautiful sense of humor made us always laugh uncontrollably. I can still see you sitting out back at the picnic table carving our October pumpkins with your special smile touches. You always created a Happy Pumpkin! I so loved sharing the fall season with you, son. It was something we shared in common. It has always been our most favorite time of year. You always said leaves and apples do not fall far from the tree as you certainly shared my vast love of nature. The autumn smells and sounds remind me of you. The cooler breezes of early October turn our hearts toward home where it is warm and cozy. You came from my physical body where I housed,fed and nurtured your little body till birth 36 years ago tonight and now you have taken up permanent residency back there again. You now live within my heart forever!
Me being your mother will never be done. Be happy son as I know you are up there in heaven and remember I will always be looking for and loving you from where I am. Love knows no boundaries! You stood for freedom to be yourself. You stood for love. You stood for peace. You stood for giving. We still hold up your battle shield in your absence and remember all you taught us as a family. Patrick, son of the October sky, you were a warrior upon this earth for kindness, caring deeply for your fellowman. Even in death you prevail. Your loving heart still beats and your lungs still rise. The cool night wind whispers, "Yes, mother, it is exactly as it seems, I am still alive in the beautiful October sky". Joy forever will paint you the same. Even from heaven, this beautiful earth still sees you in its mirror.
We came, both mother and son on this October date 36 years ago tonight. Both you and I, then only being seperated by your physical birth. Now from eternal Heaven, the October Big Harvest Full Moon, has returned us forever linked into oneness again. A beautiful bright red Carolina Cardinal looked down from the trees at me, then he flew skyward while singing and smiling softly. The peacefulness whispered itself into mother and son with hearts mitered.
Happy Full Harvest Moon Birthday, Patrick. All my love to you on this beautiful evening and forever! Mom
Trudy Amery
May 8, 2009
To all of my devoted friends on Patrick's Guest Book, I wanted to display my new email address so you can still get mail to me. It is now, [email protected]. I wish you all a beautiful spring and love to be cherished within your heart! Trudy
Trudy Amery
October 4, 2008
Our dearest Patrick, this day we again honor and remember your birthday. October 4th remains a day we set aside to honor your life in our own special ways.
I try to pay attention to see, to hear and to touch all the tiny little miracles that are now ocurring as fall is ushered in. Fall seems to say that now there is no hurry. I can sit and just watch, the work is done and now the harvest is here. Nature is at her best delivering an awesome rush of color. I know that fall was your favorite time of the year, your very special season. I think of you and allow the beauty of the moment to fill my heart with peace.
Since you left us almost four years ago now, we are daring to hope again. We have walked this healing path slowly, one step at a time, and we have approached God's healing and wholeness. It does not stop there. As Elizabeth K. Ross once said,"Should you shield the cayon from the windstorms, you would never see the beauty of their carvings." I now believe this that every soul that comes to a body in birth is a miracle and every young, premature or unexpected death has occured so to bring a gift to another. The gift may not be understood for a long time by especially those who naturally grieve deeply. I promise that as time goes by and healing does come, the gift will be seen.
As your mother, I became tired of the pain and wanted to see the beauty of the gift of your death. Tonya helped me to see the vision in this. Perhaps it was also your hand that helped to lift my face from darkness toward the light and to hope again. I listened to your music, read your words, felt your love for God and the goodness of your simple soul. The strings of my heart began to play again. My long mourning brought me to a desire to dance as you did. I embraced what I had failed to see. I am better for the tears and trials. I know God's circle of iife continues and your story will continue through me and all of us who loved you. Your dying has given me a greater purpose, a deeper understanding.
The joy of new mercies are beginning again. The sun rose and I must be going somewhere. Urge me onward Lord, seeing the joy of Patrick's life and the joy in his death. You have moved me from things left behind, from a place of weeping to a place of greater faith in You. In the tears, I found a diamond. I trust You to equip me with a witness and testimony to take this and comfort others with the comfort You have given to me.
I thank all my friends who helped my journey, especially Karen Rising, Kim Honeycutt, Gerald & Maria Milton, and the late Shirley Tomlinson, and my loving family, most especially my daughter Tonya, who refused to take my hand in pitty but encouraged me to place that energy in celebrating her brother's life. To my youngest son, Mark who was the last one to see Patrick alive from our family and received his last, "You know I love ya, don't ya"! Mark's desire has been to make sure as he frequently reminds us - that was then and remains to this day, Patrick's message.
I will close with a poem written by Patrick published in a campus article while he studied Early Childhood Development at CPCC in 1993
One Complete
We are three
A love
In perfect harmony
Along an infinite
Path we walk
Around the sun
The earth upon
Till the glorious day
When we become
A transformed one
Spiritually winged with
Crazy glue
Your need is mine
And mine is you
PATRICK SCOTT PARKER
Thank you Lord for my healing
Thank you Lord for my song
It has been so long since I had this feeling
It has been so long since I felt this strong.
PATRICK SCOTT PARKER - Date unknown
To Patrick: Mom, Tonya, Dad, Bob, Nancy, Alan, Alex, Brandon, Mark, Ma Maw and Tillman and grandmother Parker wish you a beautiful celebration in heaven today. We love you.
Trudy Amery
June 8, 2008
I wanted to express my heartfelf thanks for the person who so kindly elected to anonymously sponsor Patrick's Guest Book, not only for another year, but indefinitely. This was an very kind thing to do. My heart is touched and I am so appreciative. God's amazing Grace continues to surround me daily. I know it continues to come from the prayers of my family and friends like you.
My daughter just suffered the loss of her beloved dog, Brewster. He was a child to her, her best friend. She had him for an amazing 16 years to love and care for. She and I share the belief that our beloved pets also go to heaven. We believe that Brew has been restored and is running through the streets of gold in heaven with his Uncle Patrick. It is a heart picture that gives us comfort.
I remember Patrick often saying to me that the place where the shallow meets the deep ..... is where the most turmoil is , as in the ocean's waves. I and my my family had to jump into the deep wave of grief and it has taken us all on a long journey from the security of the safe shore. Some days I still sink in the deep dark water as my heart misses deeply the way things were, but praise God, most days now, I can float and bask in the sunshine of God's warmth and Grace and know that the vast ocean of God's love will float us all home. That is the promise that faith brings.
I remember reading recently in a journal book that Patrick kept while in Bible College. One of the entries spoke of a pastor that spoke a word over Patrick and he recorded it as this: "I saw you Patrick as a large spike, like a tent spike. And you were sharp, no matter how much you were used, you remained sharp and you will remain sharp. You were made out of a metal that will not rust, and on your head where you were driven down into the ground, God gave you a helmet for protection against the blows of the enemy. And as the enemy does the things he does, you will fulfill your purpose. He will drive you deeper into the ground and you will become even more strong. Many ropes and many people will hold onto you even then for support".
I know that Patrick reached many while he was living with his sweet spirit and love for the underdog, but through his untimely death, he is reaching so many more in much more profound ways.
So, as we miss our loved ones that are no longer with us in body, no matter if human or canine, we can rest in the assurance that God has all of them under his mighty wing and they forever rest in his love. We will see them again. Trudy Amery
Trudy Amery
April 10, 2008
Hello again to all. Just a reminder that Patrick's CD Production Project is still a work in progress. This type of thing is very expensive and the funds kitty is growing and coming along. I know many of you have expressed a desire to obtain a copy of his music. Please continue to check the Guest Book for up-dates. I hope each of you are enjoying the beauty of this blessed and wonderful spring season. Trudy Amery
Trudy Amery
March 21, 2008
Easter is here again and things are coming back to life in beauty. It is good to be alive and have a heart that fills with memories. It may be a garden with the start of its scent of flowers that brings a feeling of calmness to your mind and gives you peace. Perhaps it is the songbird singing from the branches, singing Easter anthems of joy that linger in your mind and comfort you in the warm sunshine or the gentle rain. Finding a quiet sanctuary to pause as worries cease, all pieces of your life's puzzle fall into place. At Easter you find things to ease your heart and mind. How beautiful the world is this time of year when all that was sleeping starts coming awake with a melody.The sturdy candles of faith that we burned through the cold winter are now replaced with the light of sunshine and spring again. Our deepest wishes, deepest loves, the essence of our being is here again. The treasure house of our soul has hope again. Spring helps us to believe again that we will never again be tired or old. it brings renewal of force: it is transit and eternal. Love to all at this special time of our lives as we celebrate our blessings, family, friends and remember those we love that are now part of God's home in heaven. Trudy Amery
Trudy Amery
January 14, 2008
Hello to friends and family, I am excited to announce that there has been established a PATRICK SCOTT PARKER MEMORIAL FUND. This had its beginning in December 2007 and continues on. This is how it reads:
Patrick Parker Fund...Patrick led his life purposefully and following a God he loved. A Christian man that his family and community drew hope and encouragement from. Patrick died December 31st 2004 and to commemorate his life Kim Honeycutt would like to honor him and his commitment to goodwill with this fund to help raise money to be donated to the House Of Hope in Hickory, NC. This ministry helps troubled and hurting teens and this Memorial Fund will help provide a healing opportunity for these young adults. Please mail your donation to: The HOUSE OF HOPE
PO BOX 11292
HICKORY, NC 28603
[email protected]
In the for section of your check write Patrick Parker Fund. Your donation is tax deductible.
Questions:call Ken or Dee Dee at 828-256-6028
As Patrick's mother, I thank each of you from the bottom of my heart for your donation. This is an ongoing fund. Lots of love, Trudy Amery
Trudy Amery
October 4, 2007
Our sweet Patrick, your birthday is here again, October 4th and we miss your sweet smile. We think of you every day and keep you close in our hearts. Today is your 34th birthday and as we will reflect upon your short presence on earth with us, we will each honor you in our own special way. This is mine:
Reasons For His Life
I don't know how to say it,
Somehow it seems to me
That maybe you were stationed just
Where God wanted you to be;
That the little place your were filling
Was the reason for your birth, and just to do the work you did
He sent you down to us.
If God had wanted otherwise,
I reckon He'd have made you,
Just a little different, of a less or better grade;
And since, God knows and understands
All things on land, in air and sea I fancy that He placed you here
Just where he wanted and needed you to be.
Sometimes I get to thinking
As your brief life and labors I review,
That you might have liked a higher place
With greater things to do;
But I come to the conclusion
As the days are quietly stilled,
That the post to which God sent you
Is the only post he wanted filled.
So I plod along and always end rejoicing in His little truth, when your life on earth was through,
That you were really necessary and special to the exact
Things God wanted you to do;
And there isn't any service you gave which I should doubt
For it may just be the reason
God wanted you to be born.
Patrick, we continue to be proud of your loving and non-judgmental attitude towards life and God's people. We honor your simplicity and your abilty to spread God's love to others. Your life was short but impacted us forever. We honor you today. We are learning with our Maker and Keeper's help to move from grieving our loss to celebrating your life. You were a precious gift and we were honored and blessed to have you with us. Always and forever you remain a part of us. Happy Birthday, Your Family
.
Trudy Amery
September 16, 2007
Dearest Family and Friends of Patrick, It has been a long and dry summer here in Charlotte. We have been in a severe drought and in need of rain for weeks upon weeks. My hearts eye can't help but to go to the subject of many of Patrick's sermons while in Bible college. He spoke often of the rain and how it washes us in God's love and grace.
I am writing to also give an additional up-date on Patrick's CD production. I am still working on a few copy-right issues and it is still up-coming. I realize it has been long promised. It is something I plan never to give up on. I am sure it will be well worth the wait. I will continue to keep you posted.
I will leave you with a poem wirtten by Patrick and found in his Bible:
I STAND ON OCEANS SIDE
We have traveled a long road
To know you Lord
To spend time with you
To know your ways Lord
To have a relationship
To listen to you
To look at you by the fire
And see your light
While we sit in the starry night
My heart opens to receive
Love that is longing
I stand on the side of the ocean
And look at you
You raise your hand to wave
And kiss me with your breath
Pulsating life as you dance in me.
Patrick Parker
I pray for God's refreshing rain to fall upon us all as we continue to grow in His love. Thanks for checking in with us. Always, Patrick's Mom
Trudy Amery
May 23, 2007
I wanted to give an up-date on the CD production of Patrick's own music. Everything was in place and ready and we encountered some copyright issues which are taking additional time and efforts. This continues a project in the making and I will not give up on it. I will continue to keep you all informed. God bless, Trudy Amery
Trudy Amery
January 1, 2007
Dear Patrick, another year has come and gone since you left us to be with our Lord on New Years Eve. Some things have changed and some things remain the same. We have an empty place in our hearts as we remember your smile and laughter. I lost a son and my very best friend on earth. Our lives are now changed forever. The seasons still change and we still faith in God's wonderful and amazing grace. We know we will see you agian.
Over the past two years, I have learned about this thing called grief. Most of us believe in some form of life after death. I believe it must remain a distant thought till death invades our immediate family. We go through life doing not a thing to earn or deserve God's gifts. Suddently, I was forced to see death stripped very bare, in all of its ugliness. I had lost a child. The same child that I had given birth to. I did not know where or how to start to begin to heal. I had lost my Dad and a baby sister...but this was a deeper pain....unlike anthing I had ever felt. I found myself pleading with God for some glimpse of Patrick....some knowledge of his new setting and of what he was doing. That came in a dream. God comforts us with strength by adding resources....not by whittling down the problem. Yes, Patrick did step prematurally across the boundary that devides this life and the next. My own life felt as if it had ended for a long while. My prayer began to change one day, I tapped into the greatest resource we all have...the Scriptures and started to ask the Great Physician simply for His help. An important step in a right direction. I had been angry at God for months. I then was able to start building a bridge, brick by brick to reach Patrick's spirit.....one day at a time. Our world can tumble and God is still over His universe. I knew deep down in my soul that God did not desert me in life and that God did not desert Patrick in death. Grief is a long process and I am still working through it all. Many bereaved people have experienced these things over generations. You are stunned at first...this is that anaesthesia which comes and enables one to bear the cruel wound that the spirit has sustained. God gave me added capacities. He allowed me the stength to even speak at Patrick's funeral service. One of Patrick's brothers spoke and one also sang. One of Pat's close Bible College friends also flew in to speak. How could anyone think of Pat Parker without seeing his flashing smile and hearing his infectious laugh. We, in Patrick's family and circle of friends have learned to now have a different relationship with him. We have learned that even if clay belongs to the earth our healing and our eternal spirit belongs forever to our Maker. We know he lives on!
It has been a very long two years and as I continue to walk my way slowly back into the light, I want now to pause and thank each of you for reaching out to me and my family, personally and through this guest-book. Your prayers and good wishes and your sharing about your little memories of Patrick have blessed my heart. I thank you for checking in on me time and time again and with God's help, I plan to continue to share. God's love and peace be with all of us. Happy and Blessed New Year for 2007. Trudy
Trudy Amery
December 28, 2006
Dear Katherine and Jack, Thank you for your recent entry and for your continued prayers. Yes, I was in a Bible Study for awhile and missed the group. I thought of you all over Christmas. Did you all get to go home for the Holiday? I will need to miss the group again this week due to some physical therapy I am taking for a neck problem. Tell everyone that I said " hello" and I will be back for the New Year.
I received a sweet note from The Footprints Ministry from Skip and Jerry yesterday. They wanted to let me know they were thinking of me and our family as Patrick's Homecoming date anniversary approaches. I loved the way they stated the day he left us as his Homecoming-Homegoing Day. That is exactly what it was. His Homecoming....going home. He left us on New Year's Eve night two years ago. The bottom of the card said this...."Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in beliving, that ye may abound in hope". What a blessing these words can be to all of us. Much love, Trudy
Kathrine Harris
December 27, 2006
Dear Trudy, We have really missed you in our suppoet group and I just wanted to tell you that once again. We have really gotten down to a smaller group and we have missed your sharing. My husband and I know what you mean about Christmas,it will never be the same when you lose a child. only another parent understands that sadness. Your imput really helped us especially the first few times we came and we are happy you are back with us. We continue to pray for your family. God bless you and continue to hold you up with his strenght. Kathrine Harris
Jerry & Skip Mudge
October 4, 2006
Our prayers are with the family of Patrick today on his birthday.
Blessings, Jerry and Skip
Teresa Porter
October 4, 2006
To all of Patrick's Family,
I have been praying for you all as today approached. Many thoughts of Patrick have flowed through my mind today. I pray peace for each of you. God's grace is sufficient each and every day and His mercy is new every morning. We can always count on it! What an amazing promise from God! I pray that you draw close to Him for the strength that you need. Happy Birthday Patrick!
Teresa
Trudy Amery
October 4, 2006
PATRICK, Today (October 4th) would have been your 33rd birthday. I wrote this for you.
P ... P is for the very precious little boy you always were with your natural zest, curiosity and inquisitive nature for your surroundings. They way you loved to explore and learn how things worked..take things apart and put them back together again. Precious is the young man, son and brother you grew into over the years. Priceless was your place in our family...there is no one who will ever be able to take your place. We praise God for you and for your eternal spirit...now one with the Lord you loved so much. I always said your smile was surly made in heaven.
A ... A is for your beautiful acceptance of others as a Christian with a heart of gold and your amazing ability to pass on the love of Jesus to those you loved and those you met along the way and for your non-judgmental spirit. You were kind of the hands and feet of Jesus...doing and serving in simple ways...walking and reaching out to others never being proud...but humble..mindful of what God's grace had done for you along your short path.
T ... T is for the many things you taught and left us as a family unit. Your little ways of helping and doing and fixing things around the house and teaching your little brothers and professing to always protect your sister....mowing the grass..taking your brothers for a ride...babysitting a million times...building a shed..working on the go-cart...working on the bikes and cars...fixing a broken toy or TV... building a fire... building a snowman...cutting up a fallen tree...washing the cars or a dog... teaching your brothers to fish...blowing up a beach raft...carving the pumpkin...grilling some great hamburgers...frying the Thanksgiving turkey on a cold November morning...digging a grave for our deceased pets...taking time to sing us a song...being your sisters constant trick or treat companion...saying grace at our many family dinners..praying for all of us...putting the Christmas tree in the stand...working in all our neighbors yards... clearing a path for us in the snow..telling us a joke...making us smile and laugh time after time... you always brought special laughter and hugs into our homes...so many things you taught us.
R ... We rejoice in the precious time we had with you on earth and we remember you with a deep and ever-lasting love with each and every sunrise and each and every sunset. The sky has a brand new meaning and the stars and the moon are much brighter. The clouds have more faces and move in more beautiful forms. The songs of the birds are sweeter and the wind moves the trees with a much more noticeable twist. The rain smells more rich and it seems all of nature forgets not your sweet name. God is good to us this way.
I ... We imagine you dancing in heaven on those streets paved of gold you dreamed of. We imagine you playing guitar music and singing your special praise songs and being an important and beautiful part of God's heavenly host. We imagine you being free of pain and free to be all your were born to be. We imagine you loving and receiving love and being with all our sweet family members and with your heavenly Father. We imagine you glowing with a new heavenly body and living and resting in joy and eating at the banquet table of the saints. We imagine you happy and at peace.
C ... We celebrate you on your birthday today....we light a candle and come together in our sweet thoughts of you...you live today and forever in our hearts. SING A SONG OF CELEBRATION!
K ... Your kind heart and gentle kindness towards us is an example for us to follow...you lived a simple life....not having much but always being thankful for the few material things you had but more mindful of your most precious gift.....your Lord's amazing Grace and His unconditional love and forgiviness and salvation and His promise for life-everlasting in eternity with Him. Your love for Jesus was real...so therefore...your earthly life was rich in our eyes.
PATRICK....may God and his sweet angels bring you a birthday kiss today from all of us......Dad, Nancy, Tonya, Bob, Alan, Ma Maw, Pa Paw, Grandmother Parker, Alex, Brandon, Mark and Mom
Your Friend
October 4, 2006
Dear Patrick,
Thank you for all the wonderful memories that you have given me. Thank you for being the person who taught me a lot about life. Thank you for being the 1st in so many different ways in my life and making it more enjoyable always.
Robert Moore
September 21, 2006
Trudy, I have been so moved by reading your son's guest book. I am so glad that you are able to share with your special way with words. There are many amazing stories in this collection of entries and they are all heart touching. Thank you for sharing about your progress with grief and for being such an improtant part of our group. God is blessing us all and I am getting stronger, may he bless you and all your family and help you all to heal. Patrick was obviously a special man.
Kathrine Harris
September 6, 2006
Well, this is not the first time that I have visited this guestbook but I am touched by the story of what happened on the july holiday with the bird and the butterfly. Trudy, I missed the session in our group on the day that you shared this story. Joyce told me about it and said that you were going to put it up on line on Tuesday. I think you should write a book about all the things that you have experienced since you son died. God and his angels have really blessed you and your family. I want to get a guestbook for our baby really soon. Thank you for sharing and telling us about the on line guestbooks.I did not even know such a thing existed till we came to our group.What little writing I have done concerning my grief...has really helped me. I think Patrick was a great young person and I am sorry that I did not know him.Katherine
Trudy Amery
September 5, 2006
In an Audio Entry that I made earlier today, I promised that I would share with everyone a very sweet thing that happened this past July, 4th 2006. First, let me explain that the red cardinal bird ...the male or the female (the male being the brighter red in color)....which you usually see as a pair.....he said, "Mom, I see that bird....all red and beautiful....usually very busy building a nest or feeding baby birds......I always think of you...it brings me home in my thoughts and to the love I found there". So when he left for Bible college in the mid-90's......I placed in his suitecase a window sun charm of a red cardinal bird and with a suction cup so he could place it in his dorm window. He did just that and made many references to that charm over the years. He also knew how much I have loved butterflies all of my entire life.....and of course the butterfly stands for in the Christian thought as the sign for new life and rebirth. He would often choose cards for me that pictured a butterfly. Also, his wife of over five years, Tara had a strong love of butterflies as well. The whole family and especially me (even up to this day) would always give her gifts around the butterfly theme. Patrick knew how much his wife and his mother loved butterflies. As a matter of fact, the very last card that Patrick gave to me was on my birthday, November 1st 2004...just about eight weeks before he left us to be with our Lord......pictured a big and beautiful butterfly. I will cherish that card the rest of my life on earth.
So, early in the morning of July,4th 2006, I went out early that morning to water my perennial garden out by the front driveway. This was where Patrick would always park his Honda when he lived here upon returning home and where he parked when he visited. He would come to me and say.. "Mom, it looks like I am parking at a bed and breakfast place...with all the flowers and elephant ears". Since his passing, I go to this area in my yard all the time...because I feel close to Patrick there and have felt his presence there among the blooming perennials. So, on that morning....I was watering the flowers to get them through the hot carolina July sun....and all of a sudden a beautiful monarch butterfly lit upon a daisy (which has always been my favorite flower all my life and Patrick once said to me about seven years ago...."if you die and want to be cremated...I will take your ashes and start running and sprinkle them all throughout a field of wild daisies")...now you must know that there were all kinds of other flowers in my garden....but the butterfly went right to a daisy) right close to my stream of water....amazingly close to my hand.....and at the EXACT moment the butterfly sat down on that daisy.....a big and beautiful brightly colored red cardinal bird started singing very very loudly and beautifully right above my head in my neighbors tree just a few feet away. I had cold chills run all over me at that moment....the bird was looking right into my face and sat there singing its heart out...loudly enough to probably wake up my neighbors.....it was a most special moment in God's timing and I will never forget it. I so felt Patrick's spirit and that feeling was etched into my heart with what seemed the heat of a spiritual fire.I stood there in complete reverence as tears of joy filled my eyes. God's grace is beautiful! It was as if this bird....was singing for Patrick and the butterfly was making sure I got the message and received the song that was composed just for me. I know I was visited by Patrick's spirit. The fourth of July was a very big family time celebration day for our family all through the years....so this came at a needed time. I am so very thankful for that beautiful experience and I wanted to share it with all of you. Patrick's sister, Tonya also reports a story about a red cardinal bird. She says that the days following her brothers passing....that a cardinal bird came many numerious times to her home and would try with all its might to fly into her home....that it would fly into her picture window and bump its head...she would report going to other rooms in the home and the little bird would follow her and fly into the windows of different rooms. Perhaps..... another message from Patrick to a sister he deeply loved....that he was at peace with God!
As I sat that night and watched the sky-show of fireworks from downtown Charlotte and Patrick's 19 year old brother, Alex so tenderly held my hand.....my mind and my lips were singing....God Bless America......but my heart was silently thinking and recalling the much sweeter notes of that beautiful cardinal! You just never know when you might hear from heaven...so just keep your eyes and ears and most importantly....your heart always open! God continue to bless all of you.
Kristi Austin
September 1, 2006
Patrick was a very special person who will be missed. He enjoyed life and when you were around him you could not help but enjoy it with him. Even though I had not seen Patrick in 10 years or so, it is not hard for me to imagine him as a Youth Minister. He was always a very spiritual person.
Trudy, thank you for all of your kind words and for caring about a person you have not even met. I know now where Patrick got his big heart.
Trudy Amery
August 29, 2006
To Kristi, Thank you so much for mailing me and for your kind words concerning Patrick. You said it correctly..."If you knew Patrick you loved him". How very true is your statement. He was a real people person and wore his heart out on his sleeve. You say that you met Patrick when you were 14....so he was about your age. He loved the NC mountains even more than the beach. He found such peace at the little cabin off of Winklers Creek in Boone. He liked to swim and throw rocks into the water. He was always in touch with nature and loved all of God's creatures. He fished and liked to walk down a ways to the big rock swimming hole. He once told me that if he died before me that he wanted to be cremated and have his ashes sprinkled out around the trees of that cabin....then later he changed his mind and told me he wanted to be buried so that his bones could lie like Jesus in His tomb. Of course we know that Jesus did not lie very long...He rose on the third day.....so I wanted to of course honor his wishes. I will be buried beside Patrick when the Lord calls me home. That is fitting cause not only was he my son in this life...he was my very best friend. I am happy that you share that he visited you while you were a student at Appalachian College and shared his joy in planning to go to Bible college in Va. He made good grades and studied hard and did very well. He went on several mission trips and worked alot with children. I hope that sometime very soon you can go back to Winklers Creek and listen for the sweet sound of a robin's chirp and feel the brush of the soft wind on your face and feel Partick's spirit. I have felt his spirit many times and I wish that for you as well. God is good and He will help you in your sadness over hearing of Patrick's passing. I know he is in heaven and doing what he did best in this life on earth.....singing praises to his Creator. Patrick's lips always had a praise, his heart had a song and his spirit is still moving in harmony with all of us....his family and friends.....Sweet rest for him now....sweet peace. All of our tears are made complete in Jesus. Just know....all in good timing you will be able to abandon some of the sadness and cherish the sweet memories. These things are true....They are made complete in Him! The word is the truth! He would say to you....Go back to the cabin when you want to swim through life again.... dissolve the ripples at your stumped toe, letting go of the earth...On top of the mountain view...where the cool breeze takes us out to play again...and then returns us to the valley...so we can dream of what it will be like to fly like a eagle and be one with nature and God. May your mind swirl with sweet memories and spotlight a special warm place for Patrick to always continue to live in your heart. Thank you so much for sharing with me about Patrick. I will reserve a copy of the CD for you. Feel free to leave an entry in this book. God Bless you and yours. Trudy Amery
Teresa Porter
July 26, 2006
I have so enjoyed your past few entries Trudy. I see God smiling as he sees how far you have come. I am seeing the silver lining more and more in Patrick's death. I have gained two wonderful relationships since his death and to him I am grateful for this. I pray for all of you daily who live life now without Patrick. It still takes my breath away sometimes when I think about him. It blesses me to know that he was surrounded by love - God's love and the love of family and friends. God has given me a treasure in you and Jeanine. You two are truly an answer to my prayers of many years. You have given me a little glimpse into the Patrick that I have so painfully missed the last decade of my life. I thank you for your truthfullness and willingness to share your treasure - Patrick.
Much love,
Teresa
Trudy Amery
July 20, 2006
IT IS FOOLISH AND MAYBE EVEN WRONG TO GREATLY AND CONTINUOUSLY MOURN SPECIAL MEN WHO DIED. RATHER, WE SHOULD THANK GOD SUCH MEN LIVED. I will keep this close to my heart today!
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