Ernest Wesley Patterson
The world has said goodbye to one-of-a-kind soul, Ernest “Pat” Wesley Patterson, a man of many talents, countless stories, and more than a few surprises. To know him was to know that there were always more layers to the onion that was his life.
Pat was full of life, laughter, and endless determination even while battling lung cancer for 8+ years. A man of endless energy, creativity, and generosity, he lived every one of his 87 years with a vigor that inspired those who knew him.
He passed away peacefully in the arms of his daughter Honey Ann, listening to his favorite hymns sang by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, which he was a member of in the late 70’s, and an all-time favorite, Peace in the Valley by Elvis Presley.
Born with boundless energy and a heart for adventure, Pat lived boldly. He proudly served his country in the United States Air Force, then went on to master many trades: machinist, carpenter, chimney builder, and lifelong enthusiast of precious metal mining. No matter the task, he worked with ingenuity, honestly, creativity, and a determination that never wavered.
A miner of precious metals and a teller of even more precious stories, Pat could spin gold out of words just as easily as he sifted it from the earth. With a machinist’s precision, a carpenter’s creativity, and even a chimney builder’s grit, he left behind projects as sturdy as his spirit. Whether working with his hands or digging deep into the earth, he approached each endeavor with passion. He was never afraid of hard work, and his craftsmanship leaves behind both tangible creations and lasting memories.
He carried a smile that could brighten the darkest day and a willingness to help that never wavered. His faith was strong, his kindness undeniable, and his zest for life unmatched. His kindness touched countless lives, and while he was loved by many and feared by some, he remained unapologetically himself—a man of conviction, character, and heart.
Pat always had another story to tell, another dream to chase, and another reason to laugh. His was a life painted in bold colors—never black nor white. Those who knew Pat will remember him as full of life, endlessly resourceful, and steadfast in his Mormon faith. His Faith was his anchor. With a strong and unwavering belief in God & Jesus Christ, he loved sharing his testimony, often sparking conversations not only about his own faith, but also about other religions - always eager to learn, listen, and grow.
His kindness, patience, and sincerity shone through in every discussion. Life with Pat was never dull. He had a smile ready for everyone, a story for every occasion, and a willingness to lend a hand whenever needed.
His legacy is one of generosity, creativity, and resilience. He leaves behind family & friends, reaching every corner of the world.
Pat’s true legacy lies in the richness of his character, his humor, his faith, his resilience, and his unshakable love for people and creatures alike, especially dogs. Animals held a special place in his heart. From raccoons to skunks to opossums to countless dogs, he never passed by a creature, or person, in need. Among his many companions were Commander, his loyal American Pit Bull of 16+ years; Stormy, his beloved wolf dog of 14+ years; and Pat the Goat, his mischievous childhood nemesis who became a family legend.
He is now reunited with his mother Leona Mae Bradley-Francis, and with his sister Tina Patterson.