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Sun, Nov. 14th, 2004, 03:13 pm
mistresslady: A Sort of Closure


Friends and Family,

God held us through Patrick's autopsy report Weds. 11-10-04. His
funeral was on the 10 last year. Going through the autopsy report was very difficult but full of God's grace.

Nathan, the gentleman who spoke at the funeral, was there to counsel
with us after the meeting. The following information is what we learned from the funeral director and the coroner. Foul play or alcohol/drugs were not the cause of Patrick's death. We had talked with Patrick Oct. 30. He
sounded okay. He shared that he was very tired and hadn't been feeling well. Roger told him to go see the campus doctor. That was the last time we thought about it due to the fact that he was always tired and kept a busy
schedule as most college kids do. I left the next day to go out of town. He had been with friends over the weekend. He had shared with a friend that the last 3 days had been the happiest of his life.

Early Tuesday morning Nov. 4 around 3:00 or 4:00 a.m. Patrick began fainting. He couldn't hardly be revived. A friend rushed him to the ER section of the hospital. The nurses came out and asked if Pat was intoxicated. The friend was hysterical saying no there is something else wrong. They asked Patrick if he wanted to be treated. Patrick was weak and dying. He opened his eyes up long enough to say take me home. He just wanted to go to bed. The nurses let him go. If he had be admitted they could have saved his life. Patrick didn't know that he was in the very last stages of acute bronchial pneumnia. His lungs weren't functioning in a normal way. His lungs were full of fluid. He went to bed at 5:30 a.m. at the friend's house. He went to sleep and fell into a coma and died. Patrick didn't know a thing. He didn't suffer. He passed away in his sleep.
That very same morning Mrs. Ruple, a former teacher of Patrick's, had a dream at 6:30 a.m. about Patrick. She shared that in her dream Patrick had returned to Conway Christian school. He looked very good in his T-shirt and jeans. He told everyone that he wanted them to know that he was alright.

Patrick was turning his life around. He was making wiser choices. He
was so happy majoring in music in college. The U of A staff and students
loved our son. After a year of waiting for the autopsy report our family has a sense of freedom from the dark shadow of speculation and the unknown. We know the truth about our son's death. We had a very close bond of love
with Patrick. Nothing was left unsaid or undone in our relationship with

We all knew we loved each other. We know he is with the heavenly

Please don't feel that you have to respond to this email. We realize
words are hard to come by. God Bless You.

Roger, Preston, and Jane Palmer

Mon, Nov. 15th, 2004 04:24 pm (UTC)

i think my whole life would have went better if wouldn't have known all this terri. it changed things. i was just accepting the way i thought he did actually die and now this. i need to write jane.

Tue, Nov. 16th, 2004 11:24 pm (UTC)

It's always easier to believe things that seem to have a cause-effect relationship than things that seem to happen for no reason. It would have been easier for me to hear that he died because he fucked up than it is for me to know that it was all a horrible accident. But, it is soothing for me to know that he was happy, that he was no longer fucked-up on drugs and confused...that he really was clean like I wanted to believe.