In Loving Memory of
Patrick Joseph Bishop
4 May 2000 - 11 April 2015






These two wonderful gifts for Angel Patrick are from my friend Marie.
You can visit her website for her son Rob here ~
Rob Northrop's Site.



Patrick

Disability beheld him from a babe in arms,
The smile he displays is one of many charms,
Deprived of a childhood other kids enjoy,
Patrick remains, a very special boy.

As a boy, Patrick continues to amaze,
Though he endures many sick days,
One look at his eyes, is it romance?
I'm overcome by the desire to dance.

We look to the stars, shining so bright,
Patrick says things will turn out just right,
"Whilst I remain safe, close by your side,
The love we share cannot be denied."

"The Lord will lead me unto his door,
The sickness I had, shall be no more,
I promise to find a seat made for two,
For the day I an reunited with you".
Written by Rob Bristol







   


Here's (part of) my story..
Written October 30, 2013
I'm 13 yrs old and I have cerebral palsay and severe epilepsy. I cannot walk or talk and cannot do anything for myself,
I depend on mummy and daddy for everything, I'm tube fed every two hours. I recently was fitted with a tracheostamy which is a lot to look after.


When I was still in mummy's tummy, she had a fall at 28 wks pregnant, and this resulted in my brain not growing, and I lost oxygen
so when I was born I was only tiny, after a lot of tests my mummy was told I had severe brain damage,
but my mummy loved me and said she would take care of me.. and she does,
I've had numerous operations and been very poorly in I.c.u but my mummy and daddy never gave up.. I have a big sister Jess and a big brother Mike.


Patrick and his big sister Jess.


I have a lot of medical needs and every five months I have surgery to change my tummy tube, but mummy always says I'm smiling,
since having my tranche put in I now have carers who help care for me with mummy they are fab. Mummy doesn't like the winter as she tries to keep me well,
you see my lungs are damaged from so many collapses in the past that even a cold will make me very poorly,
so as soon as Santa's been mummy wants spring time as soon as possible.



I have gone through so much but I'm a fighter and with mummy and daddy's love and care I will continue to grow.
Thank you all for being in my (facebook) group mummy made. I promise I will make you all smile...
there will be times when I need your support if i get sick, but hopefully not so often.
Thanks again Patrick xxxx





Patrick and his little friend Abigail.







My Darling Little Boy

When you were my darling little boy,
I would sing you children’s songs with joy,
Lying beside you on your bed,
My precious little sleepy head.

I would sing your favorite songs,
Some were short and some were long,
You would listen happily,
Curled up cozily next to me.

A special time for us to share,
You and me and your teddy bear,
With your baby blanket clutched to your face,
I would snuggle you in a warm embrace.

With your head upon your pillow,
I sang, “How Much Is That Doggie In the Window,”
And the song, “My Grandfather’s Clock,”
With the rhythmic words, tick tock, tick tock.

I would kiss you on your little cheeks,
And tell you, now you go to sleep,
Tucking you in for the night,
I would then turn off your light.

Your death cannot take away,
These memories of our precious days,
Moments that live forever,
Within my heart to treasure.

I love you.

Copyright © C.A. Stevenson 2010






No more I see your eyes of blue.
Your smile is just my memory
Six months gone by
Oh how I wish I could have you here with me. Always a fighter you filled my heart.
God bless you my boy
You will always be so special to me.
Mummy misses her little soldier so much.
No smile you can give
No eyes looking at me
Memories are all I have now
I love you, God bless you, Patrick xx





Patrick's 10th birthday



We Do Not Need a Special Day

We do not need a special day
To bring you to our minds
The days we do not think of you
Are very hard to find

Each morning when we awake
We know that you are gone
And no one knows the heartache
As we try to carry on

Our hearts still ache with sadness
And secret tears still flow
What it meant to lose you
No one will ever know

Our thoughts are always with you
Your place no one can fill
In life we loved you dearly
In death we love you still

There will always be a heartache
And often a silent tear
But always a precious memory
Of the days when you were here

If tears could build a staircase
And heartaches make a lane
We'd walk the path to Heaven
And bring you home again

We hold you close, within our hearts
And there you will remain
To walk with us throughout our lives
Until we meet again

Our family chain is broken now
An nothing seems the same
But as God calls us one by one
The chain will link again.
Written by Connie Dyer



These 2 photos above are from Patrick's 12th birthday





Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
By Mary Elizabeth Frye






The best nana a boy could ask for!





Well good morning to you Patrick xx



Patrick is busy making pumpkins with his carer.


Gone are the days we used to share,
But in our hearts you are always there,
The gates of memory will never close,
We miss you more than anyone knows,
With tender love and deep regret,
We who love you will never forget.

Let it not be said my life was in vain,
I've just moved on to a higher plane.
So I can keep better watch over you,
As you move on like you need to do
Though this life has reached an end,
I'm waiting for you around the bend.
I beg you please don't weep for me!
It's not so bad for soon you'll see,
That I will linger long past this sunset,
In the hearts of you who love me yet.
~ Author unknown








Patrick loved riding in the car!



I am the child that cannot talk
I am the child who cannot walk
I am the child who is mentally impaired
I am the disabled child

I am your teacher
if you allow me, I will teach you what is important in life,
I will give and teach you unconditional love,
I will give you my innocent trust,
my dependency upon you.
I will teach you respect for others and their uniqueness,
I'll teach you about sanctity of life,
I'll teach you just how precious this life is
and not taking things for granted.
I'll teach you about forgetting your needs and desires
and teach you giving
Most of all I'll teach you Hope and faith

I am the disabled child
An Angel boy who taught us all
we miss you sweet little man.....
Now you can dance!!!!!
~ Author Unknown



This was Patrick's last ever photo that his mom took of him a month before he died x









Thank you so much to my dear friend, Linda, Mom to Angel Tina,
for all your help with getting Patrick's special song, It Will Be Me (from Brother Bear 2), for this page!

 


Tina Marie's Memorial Website



   



A friend can hear a tear drop.



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In Loving Memory of Patrick Joseph Bishop
on January 13, 2016
Last updated: May 4, 2017
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