Jonathan Daniel Patterson, 40, suddenly vacated his earthly home on December 8, 2015, leaving scores of family and friends to ponder Gods plan in our lives without JP as we reluctantly submit to the immeasurable heart-break of his death on earth.
How does a wife replace the indefinable depth of the love her husband demonstrated for her both when he was with her and when he was not? How does a too-recently widowed mother replace the nurturing shown by daily attentiveness from a now departed son who vowed to honor Dad by taking his place to every degree possible? How do the myriad of other women in his life - his sister, aunts and in-laws, his wifes friends, the wives and friends of his buddies replace without danger of impropriety the repetitive bear hugs and encouraging spirit of this gentle giant who longed for them to know the same happiness he worked to insure in his wife and mom? How do grown men suppress tears for a friend, a true friend, a mans man of a friend, who never allowed straying too far from what was right and who never denied us laughter as a result of being in his presence? Where do the dozens of children that found themselves immediately adopted look in this world for adoration and safety now that this uncle to all breathes no more?
We will find our strength in that same God that JP knew - the One he met as a boy at Salem United Methodist Church; the One sitting beside him in the deer woods and in the wood duck swamps; and the One for whom Jonathan toiled as a man to never disappoint as a result of the way he lived his life. Only in that place can our void begin to fill.
We do not represent herein to having lost the perfect man. As a small boy in elementary school, he won the Citizenship Award. His mom was so proud. In junior high, he was asked to give it back. Yet, any poor behavior associated with his adolescence became in adulthood an adorable mischievousness that may have taxed our patience at times, but that never resulted in harm. Now, the legends of those innumerable pranks are the fodder for our laughter even today in our grief.
We mentioned his growth. My, how he did grow! In third grade, they fetched from the junior high a desk into which he could fit. His mom packed his birth certificate in her purse for every football and baseball game in which he played (and played well) to prove to the doubters that he was truly of qualified age. This was a smiling, laughing, tall and wide hulk of a man whose body size was proportionate to that of his heart, a heart in which God lived.
Of late, he had slimmed that body down through great self-discipline and personal sacrifice, as he prepared for living what he and we expected would be the second half of his life. Predictably, even that was not accomplishment enough to warrant his spending $8 a pair to have his waist-line hemmed to his reduced size. He just punched new holes in old belts to make them smaller.
Funeral services will be held on Sunday, December 13, 2015 at 3 pm in Salem United Methodist Church with Rev. Melinda Ivey and Rev. David Beck presiding. The burial will follow in the church cemetery. Prior to the service, the family will receive friends from 1 to 3 pm at the church
Jonathan was predeceased by his father, Johnny Patterson; and his cousin, Stephen Craig Patterson.
Cherishing their hours together in this life without Jonathan are his wife, Christy Bullard Patterson of the home; his mother, Della Washburn Patterson of Eastover; sister, Alice Patterson Armentrout and husband Scott of Radford, VA; nephews, Dylan and Zan Armentrout of Radford; and uncle, Steve Patterson and wife Mary of Fayetteville.
Jonathon cannot be invited to our next gathering. And we will so desperately miss reading his texts, saying: I didnt want to go and Do I need to rent a kid to go that party? and Is there a bigger name out there? While many of us remain in his wide wake from which some one of you could seek friendship, no, JP, there is not a bigger name remaining here. There is not anyone even particularly close.
So may heaven enjoy you as we did. May those of us left without you somehow, with Gods help, dry each others tears, replenish each others laughter, and live as largely in this life as you have shown us to do. We ask of Jesus that He hold you close - unless, of course, you are already bear-hugging Him. And we will see you there.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to either the Falcon Childrens Home or Ducks Unlimited.
as published by Jernigan Warren Funeral Home
How does a wife replace the indefinable depth of the love her husband demonstrated for her both when he was with her and when he was not? How does a too-recently widowed mother replace the nurturing shown by daily attentiveness from a now departed son who vowed to honor Dad by taking his place to every degree possible? How do the myriad of other women in his life - his sister, aunts and in-laws, his wifes friends, the wives and friends of his buddies replace without danger of impropriety the repetitive bear hugs and encouraging spirit of this gentle giant who longed for them to know the same happiness he worked to insure in his wife and mom? How do grown men suppress tears for a friend, a true friend, a mans man of a friend, who never allowed straying too far from what was right and who never denied us laughter as a result of being in his presence? Where do the dozens of children that found themselves immediately adopted look in this world for adoration and safety now that this uncle to all breathes no more?
We will find our strength in that same God that JP knew - the One he met as a boy at Salem United Methodist Church; the One sitting beside him in the deer woods and in the wood duck swamps; and the One for whom Jonathan toiled as a man to never disappoint as a result of the way he lived his life. Only in that place can our void begin to fill.
We do not represent herein to having lost the perfect man. As a small boy in elementary school, he won the Citizenship Award. His mom was so proud. In junior high, he was asked to give it back. Yet, any poor behavior associated with his adolescence became in adulthood an adorable mischievousness that may have taxed our patience at times, but that never resulted in harm. Now, the legends of those innumerable pranks are the fodder for our laughter even today in our grief.
We mentioned his growth. My, how he did grow! In third grade, they fetched from the junior high a desk into which he could fit. His mom packed his birth certificate in her purse for every football and baseball game in which he played (and played well) to prove to the doubters that he was truly of qualified age. This was a smiling, laughing, tall and wide hulk of a man whose body size was proportionate to that of his heart, a heart in which God lived.
Of late, he had slimmed that body down through great self-discipline and personal sacrifice, as he prepared for living what he and we expected would be the second half of his life. Predictably, even that was not accomplishment enough to warrant his spending $8 a pair to have his waist-line hemmed to his reduced size. He just punched new holes in old belts to make them smaller.
Funeral services will be held on Sunday, December 13, 2015 at 3 pm in Salem United Methodist Church with Rev. Melinda Ivey and Rev. David Beck presiding. The burial will follow in the church cemetery. Prior to the service, the family will receive friends from 1 to 3 pm at the church
Jonathan was predeceased by his father, Johnny Patterson; and his cousin, Stephen Craig Patterson.
Cherishing their hours together in this life without Jonathan are his wife, Christy Bullard Patterson of the home; his mother, Della Washburn Patterson of Eastover; sister, Alice Patterson Armentrout and husband Scott of Radford, VA; nephews, Dylan and Zan Armentrout of Radford; and uncle, Steve Patterson and wife Mary of Fayetteville.
Jonathon cannot be invited to our next gathering. And we will so desperately miss reading his texts, saying: I didnt want to go and Do I need to rent a kid to go that party? and Is there a bigger name out there? While many of us remain in his wide wake from which some one of you could seek friendship, no, JP, there is not a bigger name remaining here. There is not anyone even particularly close.
So may heaven enjoy you as we did. May those of us left without you somehow, with Gods help, dry each others tears, replenish each others laughter, and live as largely in this life as you have shown us to do. We ask of Jesus that He hold you close - unless, of course, you are already bear-hugging Him. And we will see you there.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to either the Falcon Childrens Home or Ducks Unlimited.
as published by Jernigan Warren Funeral Home
Jonathan Daniel Patterson, 40, suddenly vacated his earthly home on December 8, 2015, leaving scores of family and friends to ponder Gods plan in our lives without JP as we reluctantly submit to the immeasurable heart-break of his death on earth.
How does a wife replace the indefinable depth of the love her husband demonstrated for her both when he was with her and when he was not? How does a too-recently widowed mother replace the nurturing shown by daily attentiveness from a now departed son who vowed to honor Dad by taking his place to every degree possible? How do the myriad of other women in his life - his sister, aunts and in-laws, his wifes friends, the wives and friends of his buddies replace without danger of impropriety the repetitive bear hugs and encouraging spirit of this gentle giant who longed for them to know the same happiness he worked to insure in his wife and mom? How do grown men suppress tears for a friend, a true friend, a mans man of a friend, who never allowed straying too far from what was right and who never denied us laughter as a result of being in his presence? Where do the dozens of children that found themselves immediately adopted look in this world for adoration and safety now that this uncle to all breathes no more?
We will find our strength in that same God that JP knew - the One he met as a boy at Salem United Methodist Church; the One sitting beside him in the deer woods and in the wood duck swamps; and the One for whom Jonathan toiled as a man to never disappoint as a result of the way he lived his life. Only in that place can our void begin to fill.
We do not represent herein to having lost the perfect man. As a small boy in elementary school, he won the Citizenship Award. His mom was so proud. In junior high, he was asked to give it back. Yet, any poor behavior associated with his adolescence became in adulthood an adorable mischievousness that may have taxed our patience at times, but that never resulted in harm. Now, the legends of those innumerable pranks are the fodder for our laughter even today in our grief.
We mentioned his growth. My, how he did grow! In third grade, they fetched from the junior high a desk into which he could fit. His mom packed his birth certificate in her purse for every football and baseball game in which he played (and played well) to prove to the doubters that he was truly of qualified age. This was a smiling, laughing, tall and wide hulk of a man whose body size was proportionate to that of his heart, a heart in which God lived.
Of late, he had slimmed that body down through great self-discipline and personal sacrifice, as he prepared for living what he and we expected would be the second half of his life. Predictably, even that was not accomplishment enough to warrant his spending $8 a pair to have his waist-line hemmed to his reduced size. He just punched new holes in old belts to make them smaller.
Funeral services will be held on Sunday, December 13, 2015 at 3 pm in Salem United Methodist Church with Rev. Melinda Ivey and Rev. David Beck presiding. The burial will follow in the church cemetery. Prior to the service, the family will receive friends from 1 to 3 pm at the church
Jonathan was predeceased by his father, Johnny Patterson; and his cousin, Stephen Craig Patterson.
Cherishing their hours together in this life without Jonathan are his wife, Christy Bullard Patterson of the home; his mother, Della Washburn Patterson of Eastover; sister, Alice Patterson Armentrout and husband Scott of Radford, VA; nephews, Dylan and Zan Armentrout of Radford; and uncle, Steve Patterson and wife Mary of Fayetteville.
Jonathon cannot be invited to our next gathering. And we will so desperately miss reading his texts, saying: I didnt want to go and Do I need to rent a kid to go that party? and Is there a bigger name out there? While many of us remain in his wide wake from which some one of you could seek friendship, no, JP, there is not a bigger name remaining here. There is not anyone even particularly close.
So may heaven enjoy you as we did. May those of us left without you somehow, with Gods help, dry each others tears, replenish each others laughter, and live as largely in this life as you have shown us to do. We ask of Jesus that He hold you close - unless, of course, you are already bear-hugging Him. And we will see you there.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to either the Falcon Childrens Home or Ducks Unlimited.
as published by Jernigan Warren Funeral Home
How does a wife replace the indefinable depth of the love her husband demonstrated for her both when he was with her and when he was not? How does a too-recently widowed mother replace the nurturing shown by daily attentiveness from a now departed son who vowed to honor Dad by taking his place to every degree possible? How do the myriad of other women in his life - his sister, aunts and in-laws, his wifes friends, the wives and friends of his buddies replace without danger of impropriety the repetitive bear hugs and encouraging spirit of this gentle giant who longed for them to know the same happiness he worked to insure in his wife and mom? How do grown men suppress tears for a friend, a true friend, a mans man of a friend, who never allowed straying too far from what was right and who never denied us laughter as a result of being in his presence? Where do the dozens of children that found themselves immediately adopted look in this world for adoration and safety now that this uncle to all breathes no more?
We will find our strength in that same God that JP knew - the One he met as a boy at Salem United Methodist Church; the One sitting beside him in the deer woods and in the wood duck swamps; and the One for whom Jonathan toiled as a man to never disappoint as a result of the way he lived his life. Only in that place can our void begin to fill.
We do not represent herein to having lost the perfect man. As a small boy in elementary school, he won the Citizenship Award. His mom was so proud. In junior high, he was asked to give it back. Yet, any poor behavior associated with his adolescence became in adulthood an adorable mischievousness that may have taxed our patience at times, but that never resulted in harm. Now, the legends of those innumerable pranks are the fodder for our laughter even today in our grief.
We mentioned his growth. My, how he did grow! In third grade, they fetched from the junior high a desk into which he could fit. His mom packed his birth certificate in her purse for every football and baseball game in which he played (and played well) to prove to the doubters that he was truly of qualified age. This was a smiling, laughing, tall and wide hulk of a man whose body size was proportionate to that of his heart, a heart in which God lived.
Of late, he had slimmed that body down through great self-discipline and personal sacrifice, as he prepared for living what he and we expected would be the second half of his life. Predictably, even that was not accomplishment enough to warrant his spending $8 a pair to have his waist-line hemmed to his reduced size. He just punched new holes in old belts to make them smaller.
Funeral services will be held on Sunday, December 13, 2015 at 3 pm in Salem United Methodist Church with Rev. Melinda Ivey and Rev. David Beck presiding. The burial will follow in the church cemetery. Prior to the service, the family will receive friends from 1 to 3 pm at the church
Jonathan was predeceased by his father, Johnny Patterson; and his cousin, Stephen Craig Patterson.
Cherishing their hours together in this life without Jonathan are his wife, Christy Bullard Patterson of the home; his mother, Della Washburn Patterson of Eastover; sister, Alice Patterson Armentrout and husband Scott of Radford, VA; nephews, Dylan and Zan Armentrout of Radford; and uncle, Steve Patterson and wife Mary of Fayetteville.
Jonathon cannot be invited to our next gathering. And we will so desperately miss reading his texts, saying: I didnt want to go and Do I need to rent a kid to go that party? and Is there a bigger name out there? While many of us remain in his wide wake from which some one of you could seek friendship, no, JP, there is not a bigger name remaining here. There is not anyone even particularly close.
So may heaven enjoy you as we did. May those of us left without you somehow, with Gods help, dry each others tears, replenish each others laughter, and live as largely in this life as you have shown us to do. We ask of Jesus that He hold you close - unless, of course, you are already bear-hugging Him. And we will see you there.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to either the Falcon Childrens Home or Ducks Unlimited.
as published by Jernigan Warren Funeral Home
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