Birth date: Dec 8, 1941 Death date: Mar 1, 2015
Mary Patricia Pratt, age, 73, known to friends and family as “Pat,” of Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, entered heaven’s gates March 1, 2015. She was born to James Milton Beck and Mary Elizabeth Rongey, December 8, 1941, at her childhood h Read Obituary
Pat and her new family were neighbors of ours when I was going to school. Beck and Beau were just like fellas running around.. so very cute! Sweet boys! Then came Bethanini… as Pat would call her.. such a sweet baby girl! I have a lot of very fond memories of Pat and her family. She was certainly a very special friend.
Pat was part "Mary Poppins", part magic, always funny, caring and yes, genuine. I loved her and especially her name. How could you not have fun with Pat Pratt, the fat rat. There I said it . . . b'cuz that's what I always called her. I hadn't seen or talked to her for 20 years, but she was so special. I even used to cut her hair. Heaven will be even better because she's there & we'll get to see her again! Peace be with her family. Jeri (Kellner) Sherwood
My fondest memory of Pat is actually my first time to meet her but it sums up who she is and how she carried herself which can best be described as "Grace Under Fire"! So, in 8th grade I went to Beck's house for the first time and we were outside in an empty lot where Beck was attempting to jump his little bike off a 20' dirt ramp into about 1 foot of water. As we all know, Beck DID attempt the jump and hit that 1 foot of water and also jammed his knee into the bike creating a 1/2" hole in his knee; there was bone showing! I ran to Becks house and immediately told Pat, "Beck is hurt you need to come see", to which she replied "Jayson, you don't know Beck very well do you? This will be the third trip to the ER this week, he can wait a bit"! I knew Pat for 30 years and she always had a positive outlook and loved to laugh; oh that laugh….. once you got her going she wouldn't stop laughing and even though I didn't get to see her much over the last 5 years, I was able to spend time with her when she came to Dallas for her liver transplant and was the first to see her at Baylor when she awoke. She grabbed my hand and said "hey jay"! I loved Pat like my own mother and she treated me like her 3rd son, she will be dearly missed.
The first time I met Pat I was in 8th Grade and it was the first time I had been introduced to my best friend and her son, Beck. Beck had decided to ride his bike off a 20 foot dirt ramp and land in water….. unfortunately, the water was only a foot deep and when Beck landed his knee hit the gooseneck and you could see bone and fluid running out of his knee. I quickly ran to his house to get Pat and when I arrived she seemed awfully patient; I told her "quick, we need to get beck he hurt his knee" to which she quickly responded "Jayson, this will be my third trip this week taking that boy to the ER, he can wait"! Pat was my Oklahoma mom and was grace under fire, no matter the situation or problem, she was always at peace. I am going to miss her deeply as she had a special place in my heart and as she did with everyone; she made me feel a part of her family!You will be missed Mom, but you are in a better place now…..Jay
To the Pratt and Beck families, we are so sorry for the loss of your loved one, Pat. You are in our prayers. Bob and Tammy Hansen and family
