Celebrating the life of Patrick W. Pitre PENTECOSTAL BAPTIST CHURCH TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 21,2023 11:00 A.M. 8310 SOUTHVIEW ST. HOUSTON, TX 77051 FEBRUARY 18, 1947-FEBRUARY 10, 2023 Thank You Active Pallbearers Crandall Dukes Todd Dukes Richard Guillory Jr Zerick Shephard Xavier Latigue Clarence Williams Ryan James Allen Roberts Honorary Pallbearers Silas Dukes Richard Guillory Eugene James Norman James Robert James Jr. Sam Atkins Acknowledgments Words cannot adequately express the gratefulness and humbleness that we feel for all of our family and friends who have comforted us during our bereavement. Your prayers, words of encouragement, presence, calls, texts, cards, flowers, gifts and and service have made our journey that much easier. We sincerely thank each and every one of you. The Pitre Family Scripture Matthew 5:4 "Blessed are those who mourn, for they wil be comforted."
A Life Wel Lived Son. Brother. Uncle. Musician. Marine. Husband. Doctor. Father. Deacon. Grandfather. Friend. All of these names he was called by, but the most important of them all, a child of the most high God. Born February 18, 1947 to William “Teenu” Pitre and Louise Pitre (ne`Simpson), Patrick was a blessed soul. Diagnosed with polio, Patrick was slated never to walk or live past childhood, but that’s not how the story ends. When he was 13, his father died leaving him and his mother to take care of themselves and making him the man of the house. At the age of 18, he enlisted in the US Marine Corps, where he not only earned his degrees, but also met the one person that would stand shoulder to shoulder, hand-in-hand, by his side until he drew his last breath. Of this union came two daughters Tarawa and Shaun. Patrick loved his family. All that knew him would tell you that he doted on them all. He raised his girls with strong morals and values. Those values live on in them today. Patrick was a man of God. He proudly proclaimed His word to all that would listen. Patrick worked and retired in the oil industry. He served his church as a deacon and his family tirelessly. Patrick leaves to mourn his wife of 54 years, Ellen; his daughters, Tarawa Pitre (Whitfield) and Shaun Pitre(Washington). His grandchildren, Brooklyn Washington and Patrick Whitfield, as well as a host of nieces, nephews, friends, and loved ones. He was proceeded in death by his Father William, Mother Louise, Sisters Helen, Dorothy, and Mary Louise; his brother Eldridge and several nieces and nephews. His impact on those that knew him will survive his death, and his love will sustain his wife and children for a lifetime.
Order of Service Order of Service Musical Prelude Reverend Robert L. Robins, Presiding "The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want" Processional............................Pastor and Family Scripture....... Old Testament...Rev. John Lewis Scripture...New Testament.. Rev. Allen Roberts Prayer..............................Rev. Robert L. Robins Musical Selection......................C. E. Wingham Expressions.......................................................... The Beginning....Wilmer Roberts The Middle.........Robert James Jr. The End...........Catherine Thomas Remarks (2 minutes)...............Family & Friends Acknowledgements, Cards & Condolences........ Obituary Reading...........................Read Silently Musical Selection......................First South Main Eulogy...........................Pastor Robert L. Robins Recessional Uncle Pat, we thought of you in love today, but that is nothing new, because we thought about you yesterday, and the day before that too. You were a wonderful uncle, one who never really grew old. Your smile and laughter were always made of sunshine, and you had a heart of gold, and we thank you for all the many years you stepped in and played a father’s role. You meant so much to all of us. In your own way you were able to show us how important we were to you, and you were someone we knew we could trust. So today we all must say, goodbye for now, but not for always. Love your nieces and nephews, Cathy, Clarence Jr., Karen, Debra and Robert. (Dorothy Mae’s Children). To the Uncle We Knew We love and miss you Uncle Pat (Mary Louise's Children)
A letter to my husband Here we are Pitre. A place I hoped we would never have to go. We have been side by side for 54 years. It still was not enough. Pitre, what will I do without you? You're my best friend. I still look for you. I listen for you. I talk to you every day. You are my heart, and I am adrift without you. You were my sounding board. You gave me the answers. When I would get it wrong, you would make it right. When I cried, you dried my tears. We laughed together. You would remind me that every day is a good day in Christ Jesus. I know you wouldn't want me to mourn. How can I not? How do I let go? I don't think I can. The thought of facing the future without you is painful. You were the first thing I saw in the morning and the last at night. Pitre, not only did I give you my whole heart, I gave you every ounce of strength I had within me to keep you going, but my best wasn't good enough. In the end, you belong to God, and He came to get his child. I will forever love, cherish and remember you. My heart is grieving, and my tears are endless. If I could come and get you and bring you back, I would. Letting go of you is the hardest thing I could ever face. I miss you. I'll always miss you. May the LORD watch between you and me when we are absent one from the other. Shaun ' s Daddy You taught me how to read and write, change my oil, flush the radiator, connect a battery, splice wires, install just about anything and fix everything. Each time you always said the same thing, “I’m going to teach you how to do it, so you never have to depend on anyone else, but I’m also going to educate you so that you can pay to have it done; but if you ever have to do it yourself, you’ll know howAnd Daddy you did. I stand here as Dr. Shaun Pitre-Washington. If you could have only been here a few more months, you could have watched me walk across the stage and be hooded. But it’s okay because you saw me finish my degree, and that walk is just a formality. Thank you Daddy, for setting the bar high. Thank you Daddy, for showing me what and how a daddy is and should be. Thank you Daddy, for loving me. Thank you Daddy, for teaching me. Thank you Daddy, for supporting me. Thank you Daddy, for being my own personal musician. Most importantly, thank you for teaching me about God. Of all the lessons you gave me, God was the common thread in all of them. So as I sit here with my chin in my chest, rubbing the hands that look just like yours, and wiping the nose you shared with me, while holding it all in, just know that I’m going to miss you with my whole heart. I love you Daddy, rest in the arms of God. You’ve earned it. Love, Your Niece Shaun (that was our joke)
A letter to My Daddy, Oh, what a glorious life. Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for being my first Valentine. Thank you for loving me wholly and unconditionally. Thank you for this life. You meant the world to me and still do. Because of you I am strong, resilient, and independent. You insisted that I learn to take care of myself so that I would never have to depend on someone else to do it. You did a great job. You made me a thinker. You taught me to find the laughter in the world. You taught me to finish my own honey-do list. You were intentional about being a girl-dad and I love you for every lesson. Everything you ever did for me and taught me I will pass to my son. I named him after you in the hopes that one day he will be the protector and provider you have been for me. My thoughts are many and my pain is great. Through it all though is my love for you. I’m going to miss calling and talking to you. I’m going to miss your listening ear. I’m going to miss your calming advice. I’m going to miss the jokes. I’m going to miss you talking me through repairs. I’m going to miss you just being there. I will never not miss you. Thank you Daddy. You have been the best daddy a girl could ever hope for. My heart soars in joy at the thought of you reaching the land promised to you without hurt or pain. I will forever love you. Tarawa The Daddy of Tarawa ' s Heart “Hey Daddy!” It’s going to be strange walking into the house and saying those words and not hearing, “Hey Shaun, watcha’ doin’?” For as long as I can remember, when I would call the name Daddy, I had someone that answered. But not just a somebody, a daddy. I remember when I was a little girl telling you the morning of the field trip that needed a sack lunch. You would bring me a lunch made for a lumberjack. It didn’t matter that you were going to school while working in the lab at night; you never failed me. Fast forward to when I got a checking account of my own. You would get a call every Monday morning from the branch manager telling you they had a few of my checks that would return because I had no money in my account. You would rush to the bank and deposit money into my account or give the approval for them to transfer the money from your account and you never said anything to me other than, “Shaun you can’t write checks just because you still have checks in your checkbook.” I probably deserved some whoopings for cutting up the carpet, drawing on the walls, experimenting with chemistry sets in the kitchen, ironing Flintstones characters onto your underwear, and so many more things, but you never did. Shaun ' s Daddy