Patrick Shawn Fletcher Tribute

Haven't been here in what seems like an eternity. As time goes on, there still isn't a day I don't think about you. The thoughts have moved from shock and denial, through anger, and finally to acceptance. There are days when it feels like you just left, but most of time, it feels like an eternity since I last heard your voice. Your wonderful friends, friends I didn't even know you had, continue to reach out to me, almost 5 years later. In spite of your issues with drugs, they still think the world of you and are always eager to share the memories they have. I feel like I know you better in death than I did in life, and that breaks my heart, but life goes on. I miss you every day; even the craziness.
All my love,
Tab

(Shawn sat for hours day in day out for several years on the carport at 1049 28th Street until our heavenly father called him home) A poem seen through his mothers eyes and heart.

You could find me here in my Comfort Place any day any night it was my fate.

This place is where my insides raced and my mind carried on in a charging pace.

I knew each day I would get thru, I'd survived so much if only you knew.

I'd try to leave the sad past behind me but as hard as I tied it seemed to find me

The good times I would remember with joy and laughter not knowing when I would face the hear after.

So enjoy this little part of my world and try to see the things I so enjoyed

I leave you this, My Comfort Place, remember me often with a smile on your face and send me a kiss to the heavens above I'll be waiting and watching for all of your love.

I love you son and miss your sweet, sweet smile.