Everyone's Best Friend

I would like to invite everyone who knew my father to share a story about him. Just click on "Comments" below and at the bottom there will be a place for you to leave your's. If you don't see it right away, that's okay, because of spam posts for viagra and cheap dvd players I have to go in and approve comments.

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LITTLE, MR. PATRICK BAILEY "PAT" Mr. Patrick "Pat" Bailey Little, age 58, a resident of Prattville, AL passed away on November 29, 2008 at a local hospital. Memorial service will be held on December 3, 2008, 11 AM at Brookside Funeral Home Chapel with Rev. Charles Moseley officiating. Mr. Little was a USA Army Veteran and a member of Loyal Order of The Moose Lodge, and a member of Delta Ki Fraternity at The University of Montevallo. Survivors include, wife of 35 years, Jo Little of Prattville, AL; sons, John Christopher (Brittany) Little of Prattville, AL and Patrick Whitley Little of Prattville, AL; mother, Ann Rhea Little of Birmingham, AL; sisters, Jane (Henry) Pratt of Colorado and Sally (Pete) Holley of Birmingham, AL, Missy (Larry) Pitt of Birmingham, AL; brothers, Dan Little of Oneonta, AL, John (Debbie) Little of Argo, AL, Joe (Angie) Little of Trussville, AL; and several nieces and nephews. In lieu of flowers the family request memorials be made to Cancer Center of Montgomery, AL. Brookside Funeral Home of Millbrook, AL Directing

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Thank you all so much for you memories and wonderful stories. My dad, "Pat" was an awesome man. I can't think of a single person who didn't like him. He was kind, smart, and big hearted, warm; never met a stranger, and he always had a joke to tell. Dad shaped who I am today. Over the past few weeks, I have heard some amazing stories about Dad.

Now, I have a story of my own to share just to show the kind of dad he was. When I was in the 5th grade, dad had just been laid off from Blount in Montgomery and while he was looking for another job, he had taken up contracting work. Odd and end jobs like painting a house of fixing someone's garage door. His work truck I think he paid about $8.00 for was a late 50's model Chevy. Most of it was black; the rest was primer and rust. There were even nice big holes in the floorboards so you could watch pavement speeding by.

Anyway, my brother and I made a big deal out of him taking us to school in that truck because we were embarrassed so Dad would drop us off just down the street from the school so no one would see us. I didn't think it about till much later how hurtful that must have been for him. But he did it. He did it because he loved my brother and I more than anything. So from putting chewed up apples on the lightning rods of the roof to make us believe in Santa to replacing cars that I destroyed, Dad was the best dad a kid could have. He made everything fun. We always thought he was really a federal agent or something. He could make the worst day seem like everything was okay. He loved us no matter what. He was my best friend. He was a big goofy kid that always tried to make everyone around him laugh. The ONLY people on this planet that dad did not like were people who didn't help other people or worse took advantage of others.

He loved mom like crazy. Almost every time I talked to him he would tell me if anything ever happens to him that I had to promise to look after mom and make sure NO ONE took advantage of her. They fought like two cats as Pops, my dad's dad would say. But they loved each other so much. Sometimes you would think that they hated each other but anyone who really knew them could tell by those moments when they were truly happy that they were meant for each other.

So, my father, I know you are looking down on me. You have my promise and my word that I will do as you asked. I will make you proud. I will never forget you and will carry you on in my heart and thoughts forever. I thank you Dad for teaching me about life and love and your zest for both. I love you dad and I miss you more than I will ever be able to express.

In the words of his favorite song..... "Someday I'll wish upon a star, Wake up where the clouds are far behind me where trouble melts like lemon drops High above the chimney top that's where you'll find me......"

His memory will live on through each of us. As much as I appreciate your gestures of sympathy I would like to offer all of you my most sincere condolences. He was an amazing friend and I know he will be looking down and watching over every single one of us.

Thank you all so much! God Bless.