I wanted to re-cap what Father Charles said so eloquently about Chris during his homily. It's not a direct quote...just what I can remember from that day.
Father Charles told a story about Chris from when Father Charles, Chris and several others went hiking on the Appalachain Trail for a day or two. He said Chris would be hiking with the group and then pass them and be the first to see the beautiful scenery along the trail. Father Charles said he knew Chris had reached a great view by look of awe and amazement on his face.
Chris is ahead of us with our Heavenly Father seeing beautiful scenery that none of us have evern seen before. I look forward to the day when I may be able to enjoy that beautiful scenery with him.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
The Highwayman
Below is a link to a live performance of one of Chris' favorite songs "The Highwayman" by the Highwaymen. Greg read some of the lyrics in his eulogy. Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uw1bHaUk1CM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uw1bHaUk1CM
Friday, December 4, 2009
New Beginnings
Below is a sermon by Father Thack Dyson about new beginnings. Father Thack was the priest at St. Marks before moving to St. Paul's in Daphne.
http://www.stpaulseasternshore.org/LinkClick.aspx?fileticket=Yc08myT%2bJWw%3d&tabid=154&mid=719
While my family and all of us who knew and loved Chris are still grieving and will be for months, this sermon sends a message that after we have grieved, we will all start new chapters in our lives. Here is an excerpt:
"As believers of the resurrection, we perceive the conclusions of their last earthly chapters of life as only the beginning of a new chapter for both of them---an endless chapter with God. But their deaths are more than that. They also usher in the beginning of the new chapters in our lives without them. These kinds of beginnings can be very hard for many of us [...]The reality, however, is that everything, including life as we know it—both the good and the bad—will never be the same. From this day forward, for everyone, life will never be the same. And sometimes, some days, that knowledge can really hurt. But as people of faith, we also know that what hurts us, if we acknowledge it, can also heal us. If we can honestly face the painful endings of our lives and deal with them, we are thus liberated to embrace the new beginnings that follow."
http://www.stpaulseasternshore.org/LinkClick.aspx?fileticket=Yc08myT%2bJWw%3d&tabid=154&mid=719
While my family and all of us who knew and loved Chris are still grieving and will be for months, this sermon sends a message that after we have grieved, we will all start new chapters in our lives. Here is an excerpt:
"As believers of the resurrection, we perceive the conclusions of their last earthly chapters of life as only the beginning of a new chapter for both of them---an endless chapter with God. But their deaths are more than that. They also usher in the beginning of the new chapters in our lives without them. These kinds of beginnings can be very hard for many of us [...]The reality, however, is that everything, including life as we know it—both the good and the bad—will never be the same. From this day forward, for everyone, life will never be the same. And sometimes, some days, that knowledge can really hurt. But as people of faith, we also know that what hurts us, if we acknowledge it, can also heal us. If we can honestly face the painful endings of our lives and deal with them, we are thus liberated to embrace the new beginnings that follow."
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Chris' Eulogy
Here is a copy of the eulogy which was given by Greg Spence, one of Chris' best friends. Greg was an amazing friend to Chris. He was right there with the rest of us into the wee hours at the hospital day in and day out. Thank you, Greg, for all that you did for Chris and our family.
Eulogy for Christopher Clarke Patterson:
Today, we’ve gathered together to cherish the many memories of Chris Patterson, a dear son, brother, nephew, cousin, and friend. Though the many paths we’ve taken with Chris by our side originate in different times and different places, they’ve finally converged here, in this single, blessed celebration of his life.
Chris was first led on these paths by his parents, Doug and Lisa, who instilled in him the hard-earned values of love, kindness, determination, and faith. Like twin pillars, they have supported him at every stage of his life: from his early days in Talladega and Troy, to his more recent times in Phenix City and Panama City. In his sisters, there are also reflections of Chris; in Lauren, his restless, adventurous spirit resides; in Natalie, his persistent drive for success.
My path with Chris began six years ago, when I first started teaching English at Chattahoochee Valley Community College. Within months, we’d become fast friends. We would spend countless hours catching up, chatting about everything under the sun. After gradually getting to know him better, I marveled at the range and depth of Chris’s interests. In the course of a single conversation, it wasn’t unusual for us to discuss:
Music: Chris loved music, especially acoustic guitar songs.
Movies: He had a special passion for disaster movies. If the movie involved zombies taking over a small town or a meteor plummeting to earth, you can bet that, on opening night, Chris would be sitting in the front row of the theater.
Television: Chris avidly watched episodes of Curb your Enthusiasm and loved The Office, in large part, because he was living it every day at C.V.C.C. He came across a whole cast of characters there.
Books: He would always pick up the latest Dan Brown thriller or spy novel. My own personal favorite was one entitled “Marketing to Women: How to Understand, Reach, and Increase Your Share of the World’s Largest Market Segment.” Apparently, Chris wasn’t only studying Economics while enrolled in Business classes at Troy.
Chris can be admired for so many reasons:
He was kind, even-tempered, gracious, and always modest.
He was calm in the midst of crisis, like the eye in the center of a hurricane.
But most of all, he was an extraordinary listener. When you were in Chris’ presence, a solemn hush would fall over the room: that was the sound of him listening to you.
Working with Ms. Cynthia Floyd in Student Services, Chris managed literally thousands of students and advisees who arrived at his door, which was always open. He registered them for classes, instructed them in Orientation courses, and guided them in student organizations. More importantly, he played an indispensible role in shaping and directing each student’s future.
All his life, Chris was a fighter. In the last few weeks, he fought harder than he ever had. His numbers were down, but with the help of his loved ones we rallied to his cause, stirred him with our words. We called him by many names: son, brother, nephew, cousin, friend, “Christopher,” “Chris,” “Christo,” “Bigfoot,” even “Rambo.” And as we called him, he listened to us, he responded to our call, and he climbed back to the top.
I know that Chris has ascended to heaven, where he is at peace with our Lord. That state of constant, peaceful calm was always in his nature, after all. He’s at home now. You can call on him any time there, and he will respond.
A little over a year ago, Chris sent me an email. In it was a brief message and a link to a live performance by a band that he loved. The brief message read: “don’t know if you’re into The Highwaymen. Here is one of their songs. One of my favorites.” Listen carefully to the songs’ lyrics and you’ll hear echoes of Chris’ voice:
I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide.
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico.
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still.
I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide
Where steal and water did collide.
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado.
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound.
But I am still around…I’ll always be around…
and around and around and around and around.
I fly a starship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I’ll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain.
And I’ll be back again and again and again and again.
Eulogy for Christopher Clarke Patterson:
Today, we’ve gathered together to cherish the many memories of Chris Patterson, a dear son, brother, nephew, cousin, and friend. Though the many paths we’ve taken with Chris by our side originate in different times and different places, they’ve finally converged here, in this single, blessed celebration of his life.
Chris was first led on these paths by his parents, Doug and Lisa, who instilled in him the hard-earned values of love, kindness, determination, and faith. Like twin pillars, they have supported him at every stage of his life: from his early days in Talladega and Troy, to his more recent times in Phenix City and Panama City. In his sisters, there are also reflections of Chris; in Lauren, his restless, adventurous spirit resides; in Natalie, his persistent drive for success.
My path with Chris began six years ago, when I first started teaching English at Chattahoochee Valley Community College. Within months, we’d become fast friends. We would spend countless hours catching up, chatting about everything under the sun. After gradually getting to know him better, I marveled at the range and depth of Chris’s interests. In the course of a single conversation, it wasn’t unusual for us to discuss:
Music: Chris loved music, especially acoustic guitar songs.
Movies: He had a special passion for disaster movies. If the movie involved zombies taking over a small town or a meteor plummeting to earth, you can bet that, on opening night, Chris would be sitting in the front row of the theater.
Television: Chris avidly watched episodes of Curb your Enthusiasm and loved The Office, in large part, because he was living it every day at C.V.C.C. He came across a whole cast of characters there.
Books: He would always pick up the latest Dan Brown thriller or spy novel. My own personal favorite was one entitled “Marketing to Women: How to Understand, Reach, and Increase Your Share of the World’s Largest Market Segment.” Apparently, Chris wasn’t only studying Economics while enrolled in Business classes at Troy.
Chris can be admired for so many reasons:
He was kind, even-tempered, gracious, and always modest.
He was calm in the midst of crisis, like the eye in the center of a hurricane.
But most of all, he was an extraordinary listener. When you were in Chris’ presence, a solemn hush would fall over the room: that was the sound of him listening to you.
Working with Ms. Cynthia Floyd in Student Services, Chris managed literally thousands of students and advisees who arrived at his door, which was always open. He registered them for classes, instructed them in Orientation courses, and guided them in student organizations. More importantly, he played an indispensible role in shaping and directing each student’s future.
All his life, Chris was a fighter. In the last few weeks, he fought harder than he ever had. His numbers were down, but with the help of his loved ones we rallied to his cause, stirred him with our words. We called him by many names: son, brother, nephew, cousin, friend, “Christopher,” “Chris,” “Christo,” “Bigfoot,” even “Rambo.” And as we called him, he listened to us, he responded to our call, and he climbed back to the top.
I know that Chris has ascended to heaven, where he is at peace with our Lord. That state of constant, peaceful calm was always in his nature, after all. He’s at home now. You can call on him any time there, and he will respond.
A little over a year ago, Chris sent me an email. In it was a brief message and a link to a live performance by a band that he loved. The brief message read: “don’t know if you’re into The Highwaymen. Here is one of their songs. One of my favorites.” Listen carefully to the songs’ lyrics and you’ll hear echoes of Chris’ voice:
I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide.
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico.
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still.
I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide
Where steal and water did collide.
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado.
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound.
But I am still around…I’ll always be around…
and around and around and around and around.
I fly a starship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I’ll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain.
And I’ll be back again and again and again and again.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Address for Memorials
Donations to The Chris Patterson Student Services Support Fund may be sent to the following address:
Chattahoochee Valley Community College
c/o The Chris Patterson Student Services Support Fund
2602 College Dr.
Phenix City, AL 36869
Thank you.
Chattahoochee Valley Community College
c/o The Chris Patterson Student Services Support Fund
2602 College Dr.
Phenix City, AL 36869
Thank you.
Directions to Green Hills Funeral Home in Troy, AL and Elmwood Cemetery in Birmingham, AL
The address to Green Hills Funeral Home where the visitation and funeral will be held is:
1621 South US Hwy 29
Troy, Alabama 36079
For a map, please visit their website at:
http://www.greenhillsfuneralhome.net/?page_id=22
Here are directions from Green Hills Funeral Home in Troy to Elmwood Cemetery in Birmingham where the burial will take place:
1. Take a right out of the funeral home
2. take exit for 231 North
3. Turn right on Taylor Rd in Montgomery
4. Merge onto I-85 S via the ramp to Downtown
5. Take exit 172 to merge onto I-65 N toward Birmingham
6. Take exit 258 for Greenspring Ave
7.Turn left at Green Springs Ave S
8.Turn right at Martin Luther King Jr Drive
9. Elmwood cemetery will be on your left
1621 South US Hwy 29
Troy, Alabama 36079
For a map, please visit their website at:
http://www.greenhillsfuneralhome.net/?page_id=22
Here are directions from Green Hills Funeral Home in Troy to Elmwood Cemetery in Birmingham where the burial will take place:
1. Take a right out of the funeral home
2. take exit for 231 North
3. Turn right on Taylor Rd in Montgomery
4. Merge onto I-85 S via the ramp to Downtown
5. Take exit 172 to merge onto I-65 N toward Birmingham
6. Take exit 258 for Greenspring Ave
7.Turn left at Green Springs Ave S
8.Turn right at Martin Luther King Jr Drive
9. Elmwood cemetery will be on your left
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Memorials
In lieu of flowers, we are asking for donations to a special student services support fund in Chris' memory at Chattahoochee Valley Community College where Chris served as an advisor and counselor to all who needed his attentive ear.
Donations can be sent to the following address:
Chattahoochee Valley Community College
c/o The Chris Patterson Student Services Support Fund
2602 College Dr.
Phenix City, AL 36869
Donations can be sent to the following address:
Chattahoochee Valley Community College
c/o The Chris Patterson Student Services Support Fund
2602 College Dr.
Phenix City, AL 36869
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