David Lee Patrick

ORDER OF SERVICE Musical Prelude Joanie Antle (Sister) Joe Taylor (Friend) Archived Wedding Recording (Composed by Mark Hanson)

David Lee Patrick “Daddy’s World”

Prayer and Remarks Pastor Mark Hattabaugh Obituary Joe Taylor Choir Selection “For Every Mountain” Psalm 23 Lindsay Cox (Granddaughter) Musical Tribute Judy Atchison (Sister-in-Law)

“Long and Winding Road” Tribute to Brother-in-Law Rev. William Atchison Rev. Tom Atchison Musical Tribute “Scars in Heaven” Mark, Lisa, Tyler and Alyssa Hanson Reflections David Alan Patrick (Son) Damon Patrick (Son) Archived Vocal Recording David Lee Patrick (Composed by Michael Patrick) “I’m So Thankful Lord”

Poetic Tribute from Grandchildren Lindsay Cox, Mark Hanson Jr. , (Composed by Alyssa Hanson) Alyssa Hanson, Ashley Patrick, David Patrick, Skylar Kleinman, Tyler Hanson

Message and Closing Prayer Pastor Mark Hattabaugh Choir Selection “Total Praise”

“I’M SO THANKFUL LORD” Composed by Mike Patrick I’m so thankful Lord for all you’ve done for me I’m so thankful Lord you saw the need for Calvary I’m ever grateful for I gave my heart to Thee Once again, I want to thank you for saving me This manifestation of glory in this worship place The Holy presence of Jesus smiles on the believer’s face Clouds rain broken spirits from weeping and travail Hearts are humbled as we kneel in prayer Lord, we come to thank you for always being there I’m so thankful, Lord you took the time to touch me I’m so thankful, Lord you brought healing to my soul I cannot make it without your spirit I know Once again, I want to thank you for saving me

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avid Lee Patrick was born to Ernest Hayden Patrick and Betty Jean Newport on July 22nd, 1943, in Indianapolis, Indiana. David was one of four children, including two sisters, Joanie Frances Patrick Antle and Barbara Ann Patrick, and one brother, Michael Abraham Patrick.

David grew up with his siblings in Indianapolis until December 1955. When he was 14 years old, the Patrick Family moved to Biscayne Gardens, Florida. They moved to Fort Lauderdale in 1958, where they became permanent residents of Fort Lauderdale. David completed his senior year of high school back in Indianapolis at Arsenal Technical School. David had a gifted mind for engineering and was offered a 4-year scholarship to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT). However, this opportunity was tied to a specific career track and the company that offered the scholarship. Since it was never David’s intent to stay with one company and adopt a narrow career path, David followed his father’s recommendation to attend the Apostolic Bible Institute (ABI) before choosing his final path.

In 1961, David moved to St. Paul, Minnesota, to attend ABI. It was here that his love story with his beloved began. While out and about with his friend Bill McGavock, David saw a portrait in a local photographer’s window. He turned to Bill and said, “I’m going to marry that girl!” Bill told him that he couldn’t do that as he didn’t even know her name. David said, “Watch me!”. Really, the rest becomes history, as that girl in the window happened to be an organist at ABI, and her name…Shirley Ann Atchison.

David and Shirley were married on May 12th, 1962, in Minnesota. The couple moved to Fort Lauderdale, Florida, and attended the United Pentecostal Church in Miami, Florida, pastored

by Rev. Wayne Rooks. In

1963 the couple moved back to St. Paul so that David could pursue a degree in Mechanical Engineering. After completing two semesters, along came their first child. Back in Florida, they moved to where Dawn Alesia (Lisa) was born. Eventually two sons were added to the family, David Alan and Damon Aric. The family attended the United Pentecostal Church of Miami which later became the Pentecostals of Cooper City pastored by Rev. Mark Hattabaugh.

David found he enjoyed the freedom of running his own business and loved the adventure of travel, so he started a trucking company which would be his lifelong career. Eventually his company was called “Damon Enterprises.”

David had a profound love for God and was dedicated to serving Him. He had a beautiful voice and used his musical talents to worship his Savior, Jesus Christ.

For many years, David sang with his wife Shirley and friend Norman Webster as the “Patrick-Webster Trio.” The trio often traveled to small churches, singing and assisting the ministry of Norman and Cathy Webster.

David was a grandfather, affectionately known as “Poppie,” to eight grandchildren: Alyssa Hanson, Lindsay Hanson-Cox, Mark Hanson II, Tyler Hanson, children of Mark and Lisa Hanson; Ashley Patrick and David Patrick, children of David and Deanna Patrick; Alec Kleinman and Skylar Kleinman, children of Damon and Julie Patrick. He is also a great-grandfather to Quinn Elizabeth Cox, daughter of Lindsay and Levi Cox. David was a dedicated husband, father, and fiercely loyal friend. He was loved by all who knew him and never knew a stranger. He endured a long battle with kidney disease but stayed strong and committed to living life as fully as possible.

David Lee Patrick passed away on October 22nd, 2024, surrounded by family singing his favorite hymns. Funeral services will be held on Saturday, November 2nd, 2024, at the Pentecostals of Cooper City, Florida, followed by burial at the Fred Hunter Gardens Cemetery. He is survived by three children, eight grandchildren and one great-grandchild.

David was well loved and will be missed by a host of relatives and friends.

Loving Memories of David Patrick From His Baby Sister, Barbara

Loving memories from an unbiased opinion of my wonderful brother, David.

Unbiased because his character can be attested to by many. A beloved man of strength and excellence. All he put his hands to was done meticulously, even in his attire. He was a dapper man. I will miss him more than words can express.

God blessed David with many special attributes. He was such a generous person who gave to all from the time he was a child. He had such a giving heart and would share both his talents and his resources freely.

In addition to his kind heart and generosity, he was blessed with many talents including a high intellect and strong mechanical and electrical abilities. Just a few examples of these talents include his time as a senior at Arsenal Tech in Indianapolis when he was called upon to teach advanced college chemistry when a teacher or substitute was unavailable. His mechanical and electrical aptitude would shine when he built cars and trucks from the ground up. He was also known to overhaul his semis, many times single-handedly.

He will be missed by all who knew and loved him. But I am sure where he is, he would not want to return. He is in the presence of his Heavenly Father, reunited with loved ones and will wait for us to join him.

Memories of Poppie Alyssa Hanson, Granddaughter He’s always been like that. Eternally intoxicated by the allure of my grandmother.

Confuse his attraction for the blind lens of love and one would be dead wrong – my grandmother is objectively one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Meet him, and you’ll agree with both of us.

I attempt these words with heavy hands that still bear remnants of the prior evening’s rendition of “family time” – an adjective game that gave us the script we wouldn’t give ourselves. “The truth will set you free – but first, it will tick you off.”

I sip on the recollection of this family’s fireplace revelations. “Truth or Dare?” My grandfather will excitedly reach for the sky for both.

He is, without a doubt, the only person who could convince me to change my name to “Katie”: He used to sing to us with a boyish, mischievous flair in the morning: “KKK Katie, beautiful Katie. You’re the one, the only one that I adore. When the moon shines under the cow shed, I’ll be waiting for you at the kkk kitchen door.”

He calls my mother “Isa Pisa”. He calls me lots of things. We all have names for each other, I suppose, we eight grandchildren and six children by blood and marriage --- their legacy.

We get it wrong sometimes. We hold grudges and let the cancer grow. We give up on ourselves and lose sight of each other. We cope in the dark and seek to find the hope that never seems to leave her eyes. We dust ourselves off and leave the carriages of humanity at the door. For it is Sunday, and we’re all headed to the Pentecostal church where, once a week, Shirley lays it down on the organ.

And, once a week, he exchanges his navy T-shirt and blue jeans for a suit and tie.

Sometimes they both wear purple. Sometimes, they both wear blue. But we all learned a long time ago that my grandfather’s favorite color is red.

We arrive at the church and are soon singing a song of redemption. A whisper becomes a praise; hands in the air for one name. The soundscape of a congregation in- sync envelopes the air in the room; we are in the thick of an energy bearing the description “you just had to be there.” And then you see it. Poppie in purple waiting by the organ for his beloved.

Ten years later, and he’s playing a different kind of game – in a battle for higher stakes than any of us are ready to admit. With gritty dexterity, I remember his unwavering mortality at the end of every corner; noting that life is but a vapor; blink and we’ll all be pushing up daisies.

My grandfather doesn’t say that much anymore. Instead, every so often, perhaps after dinner or dessert (he’s always after a bit of rebellious candy), he will sip on a

glass of cold milk with ice, and he’ll fall quiet; eyes glistening to reflect, all at once, the child and sage in each of us.

And then, amidst this, the lively theatrics of we, his own living legacy – the depths of a soul that has seen more than sin, He sings.

We make the rounds of the adjective game and we look at him and say, “Describe yourself in one sentence.” He responds quickly and without hesitation, his voice soft this time. “A man in love with her.”

Ashley Patrick, Granddaughter

Poppie was my best bud and troublemaker #1. I’m so grateful for all the laughs and mischief we got into together—he always had my back and was brutally honest, whether I liked it or not. Poppie had a special way of making stories more exciting every time he told them. He never missed a chance to embarrass me, especially with his comments about Nana at dinner or his over-the-top requests for crispy fries. Family was everything to Poppy, and I miss him so much already—but I’m thankful for the unconditional love he showed me.

David T. Patrick, Grandson

Poppie was a determined, loving, and supportive man. Every time he saw me, he made sure to remind me of how proud he was, and he always made me laugh.

Poppie was the kind of guy to light up a room with his jokes, just like his eyes would light up when I brought up trucks. I’m deeply grateful for all the stories he has shared with me over the years because I can remember them forever. Thank you for your time with us Poppie. Your stories and memories will forever live on through the beautiful family you created and the friends you made along the way. I will miss you and love you forever.

Markie Hanson, Grandson

My most fond memory of Poppie is also my last memory of Poppie, when Erin and I visited him two years ago. He was having a great day, and was as sharp as could be! Just like the good days when we were out on his truck… Poppie and I got two hours…just the two of us. Time that I’ll always be grateful for! He shared shark stories and gave immeasurable life advice. Looking back now, I feel that Poppie took the chance to tell me everything, since there was no certainty when would be the next time we would be together. He opened our time together saying, “Son, I’ve been meaning to have this grandson talk with you, and we are going to have it now.” This was a ‘man to man’ conversation that is near and dear to me and will stay between Poppie and I. I will cherish this memory and the many others we’ve had together over the years. He was always there for the big moments in my life, and will hold a special place in my heart and memories.

I will always love you and miss you dearly! Love, Marky

Skylar Kleinman, Granddaughter

Poppie was a true character with the kindest heart. He never ceased to give me a compliment, make me laugh, or say something that would shock us all. He loved his salad dressing, was very particular about his choice of music and loved Discovery Channel. He called me his “Lil Bit” which was endearing to me. I love you my sweet Poppy.

Tylor Hanson, Grandson

Some of my favorite memories of my Poppie include but are not limited to: him teaching me how to whistle; teaching me to always be wary of the tickle bug; and showing me the best way to eat an Oreo. He always knew how to crack a joke and make me smile, no matter how grumpy I was. I love my Poppie immensely and will miss him dearly.

Lindsay Cox, Granddaughter

Some of my favorite memories with Poppie are of him with his great granddaughter.

His eyes were lit with such light, and he kept exclaiming over and over how special she is. Earlier this year, we sat at the beach together and Quinley loved playing with the sand and shells with her Poppie. I’ll treasure the memories of the look on his face always as he played with my daughter.

Levi Cox, Grandson-in-Law

The first time baby Quinn met Poppie was a moment filled with warmth and wonder. Quinn, nestled in a soft blanket, gazed up with wide, curious eyes as Poppie approached. With her gentle smile and twinkling eyes, Poppie bent down, his heart melting at the sight of his great grandchild. Quinn reached out a tiny hand, fingers stretching toward Poppie’s face, as if trying to grasp this new, magical presence. Poppie laughed softly, his voice a soothing melody, and gently touched Quinn’s hand. In that instant, a bond was forged – a shared moment of love that would echo through our lives. It was a meeting that felt timeless and will remain in our hearts forever.

WE ARE GRATEFUL...

The family of David Patrick is extremely grateful for the heartfelt outpouring of love and support during this difficult time.

If you sent flowers – they were like a healing balm.

If you sent a card, text, or made a call – your words ministered to our soul.

If you stopped by to share our grief – your presence was comfort in a time of need.

If you gave of your time and gifts in any way – we felt the hands of Jesus extended, If you intercede in prayer on our behalf – we have felt the comforting hands of God enfolding us and enveloping us in peace.

For all the ways that you have reached out to us, we want to say THANK YOU from hearts that have been blessed by your love.

THE FAMILY

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Pallbearers

Damon Patrick Tyler Hanson Kenneth Smith

Mark Hanson II David T. Patrick Marvin Cheney

Musicians

Joanie Antle Joe Taylor Ryan Raines Cherith Volan Mark Hanson

Piano Steel Guitar Piano Choir Director Worship Leader

Coordinator

Melinda Smith

Video Room

Kimberly Cote

Sound Room

Larry Cote

Professional Services Fred Hunter Funeral Home 6301 Taft Street Hollywood, FL 33024 Interment Fred Hunter Memorial Gardens North 3001 NW 72 Avenue Hollywood, FL 33024