Patsy

The Internet is a wonderful place where you can get to know people all over the country and feel as though you know them.  I've had it happen in chat rooms and with blogs, and I love when that special bond grows between me and someone I will likely never meet face to face.  The down side is that you have that many more people to lose to death eventually.  

I have no idea how I found Patsy's blog, but once I found it I never missed an entry.  Sometimes she could be opinionated and cranky, but given her circumstances, she had every right.  I grew to love her straight-forward ways.  When I first started following her blog, she often mentioned having a wound that wouldn't heal.  I believe home health people visited her regularly to tend to that wound.  I never did learn what the cause was, or why it wouldn't heal.  And I  didn't ask.  

I found out she worked at Tyson Foods for years, and that gave me a great deal of respect for her, because that is a hard place to work.  Anyone I've ever known who worked at Tyson, or any other meat packing plant (including my husband, who is one of the hardest workers you would ever meet) tells me how awful it was.  If you want to make me really angry, just tell me it isn't that bad in a meat-packing plant.  My husband is not a liar, and if he says it's hard, then it is.  You can probably read between the lines and figure out someone actually did tell me those places aren't that bad.      

Patsy once told me her husband hadn't been the kindest person to live with, and told a story to illustrate that fact.  She was honest like that.  Her daughter died a couple of years ago, and she said that she wished it could have been her that died.

I have also gotten attached to her sisters, one in particular who kept me up with Patsy's condition during her last days.  She gave me Patsy's address after she was moved to hospice care, and I wrote her a letter the day before Thanksgiving.  Unfortunately, she didn't live long enough to read it.    

I'm just sharing all this so you will know that I grew to love this staunch Democrat who never voted.  Rest in peace, Patsy.

  PATSY ANN POOR, a resident of Green Forest, Arkansas, was born May 03, 1938 in Denver, Arkansas, a daughter of Gilbert Willis and Hazel C. (Gaddy) Powell. She departed this life Friday, November 28, 2014 in Springdale, at the age of 76 years. 

Patsy was of the Baptist faith. She loved to raise chickens and give them and the eggs away. She loved being on the computer writing on her blog and connecting with friends and family. Patsy worked at Tyson Foods in Green Forest for about 25 years and held several different positions with them. 

Patsy is survived by three sons, Gilbert Tony Poor and wife Janet, Dillard Kelly Poor and wife Janie, and Sammy Allen Poor all of Green Forest, Arkansas; one brother, Gilbert Powell and wife Sandra of Omaha, Arkansas; three sisters, Fleta and husband George Aday of Green Forest, Arkansas, Betty and husband Larry Renfroe of Pottsville, Arkansas, and Helen See of Green Forest, Arkansas; five grandchildren; five great-grandchildren; and several other relatives and friends. 

In 1959, Patsy was united in marriage with Dillard Poor who preceded her in death. She was also preceded by her parents, Gilbert and Hazel Powell; one daughter, Barbara Janet Poor; one sister, Debbie Lee Powell; and two brothers, Clayton Powell and Richard Powell.

There will be no visitation. Graveside service will be 10:00 A.M. Wednesday, December 03, 2014 at the Alpena Cemetery with Reverend Benny Clark officiating.