Guestbook

I was introduced to Bobby Patterson's work almost a year ago through his mother Jeannie. While I did not get the chance to know him personally, it is not difficult to see what an impact his life made not only through his relationships with others, but through his paintings, which ensure that he will live on in the thoughts of those who view them for a long time to come. My thoughts and prayers continue to be with you and your family Jeannie, I am so glad that this website exists so that others might continue to know your son and see the impact that one person with a vision can create with just the stroke of a brush.

My blessings to the patterson family. I share alot of great memories of bobby and I traveling through the orient and carousing through the halls of Lubbock High. God bless!

Tark O. Middleton

Jeannie,
Thanks for sending the Program for the Lubbock Fine Arts Festival dedicated to Bobby. How perfect, I know he is smiling. Dolo said you are taking a trip this summer. Hope you have a wonderful time! Camille will be in Austin July 7-14 if you find yourselves this way.
Hugs to Eddy, Tommy and Kirsten!

It is funny how one forget's the smaller things in life's passing only to have them all surface at once when reason to recall them has arisen. My reason to recall is a sad one. I remember the day in 1983 the hallways of atkins junior high would change forever, as would my life. Growing only closer in high school and burning our path towards a unique independence Bobby and I would share things that I know at this moment in time I will bottle and forever cherish. I saw the determination and the drive of an artistic soul wanting to break out and project. The hours we put into "Indian wants the Bronx", the entire set designed by Bobby. (Mind you this is high school.) But the summer to follow, the summer of graduation, Bobby and I shared ourselves, tried to see through each other to better understand ourselves. We shared things that will go on only with me, hopefully one day for Bobby and I to laugh at once more at our soul's crossing. Everything else, I would love to share with all. I miss you my dear friend and shed many tears for you, but once again Bobby Patterson you have inspired me deep inside, something you tried to bring out in me one summer night at an all night coffee outing at the IHOP. Thank you my dearest friend for shining light in a shadow, you have helped me find what I have been looking for, now it is up to me to do the rest. And thank you for coming to me in my sleep to say "goodbye"

Isn't it funny that I have lived in the same town for 29 years and never knew Bobby Patterson. I only met him once, but after viewing this wonderful website I feel we could have been close friends in life. But as his spirit touches friends & strangers, isn't it compelling that his words & script have such a continuing impact? I think that's what each one of us wish for. Thank you for this opportunity to know him.

Have been thinking of you guys (Jeannie, Tommy and Eddie) so much the past week and just wanted you to know. What a wonderful web site this is and how comforting to read the special notes about Bobby. All of you are always in our prayers! We love you.
Suzanne and John

Jeannie and Tommy, Gladys has been sharing with me funny stories that Ila Ruth had told her years ago. Bobby was such an incredibly special little boy to his grandmother. One story goes something like this, Ila Ruth was up early and in her usual "festive" mood, she said (loudly I'm sure:-) "Good Morning Bobby!" Rubbing his eyes, Bobby moaned something like "Don't talk to me yet Nonnie......" Another one was Ila Ruth said to Bobby after he had been especially insightful about something, "Bobby, where did that come from?" Bobby said, "I don't know Nonnie, I guess God put it there!!!" It's obvious that Bobby was a special person to many people, I regret that we never knew him except through Ila Ruth's stories. Our hearts and our prayers go out to you as you heal. We love you guys.

Pat and Richard and Gladys

Jeannie,
Thank you for sharing Bobby with me through this beautiful website. I wish I had known him. It is truly amazing to understand the impact he has had on people's lives. Experiencing Bobby has given me such hope and peace for what God has in store for my family. Thank you, dear friend.

Bobby was one of my best friends. We always wanted to be partners in a gallery and i'm saddened it will never happen. Bobby" Its A Beautiful Night!! " The Train kepta rollin all night long. I'll never forget you.

Bobby Grandjean

Jeannie and Tommy, We want you to know you are in our thoughts and our prayers.

Carol and Alec

i was deeply saddened to learn of bobby's passing. i only knew him as a friend of my boyfriend back in the early 90's but always liked bobby and always remembered him fondly. actually, i always remembered his smile and his bright spirit. he was naturally kind and playful -- great energy. i am sorry for all of you who knew and loved him. please know he is in my prayers for eternal peace on the other side.

denise fierro collins

Just checking the site to read what other friends have said, (and to feel close.... with love to the loved ones:)

What a wonderful tribute to Bobby and how privileged I feel to have this glimpse of his adult life. My memories of Bobby are from an easier time. I remember flag football on crisp fall days, summer days that seemed like they'd never end, family dinners, chocolate chip cookies, and lots of love and laughter at the Patterson home. I can see through Bobby's beautiful works of art and through the pouring out of so many hearts that the love and laughter remained with Bobby. What more can we ask for in this imperfect place? Tommy, Jeannie, and Eddy - my heart aches for each of you and for your sweet Bobby. Through the grace of God an awkward peace will emerge. You all remain in my thoughts and prayers. Always with love, Dawn

To the Patterson Family, what a special soul you brought into the world. I know Bobby mostly from childhood, we performed in the Music Man and Jesus Christ Superstar together. We had those wonderful conversations about our newest crush. He vowed he would never tell I kissed King Mahon backstage. He drove me crazy in Jesus Christ Superstar always changing the blocking mid show and taking me up to the highest scaffold, when I was afraid of heights. And I loved him dearly as awnry as he was! I send blessings to whatever his next role may be... With love, light, and gratitude, Shelley

The first time I ever saw Bobby was when he played WInthrop in The Music Man. I was blown away by how talented he was. Always after that, even to when I saw him last July 4th, I think of him as a little boy performing on stage. He was always a bright spirit and always made me laugh.

Jeannie,Tommy, and Eddy...My thoughts and prayers continue with each of you. I am so thankful to have known Bobby and I know that he lives forever in our hearts. Thank you for
sharing this special place to visit and share in
his wonderful talents. My love, Sarah Pittman

Jay & I want Jeannie & Tommy to know that we are thinking of them & their family & that our prayers are with them!

Bobby and I used to drink over the phone, I saved his life twice, I am sorry I could not save it again. I love his art, I bought so much of it that he sold again to other peolple, That was Bobby, Mortal with a sense of Humour.

Please send me the 911 prints, they are great. His market will be enthusiastic. Love Prescott

Besides being a huge Rude Boys fan- which launched all the boys into rockstardom in my eyes!...I have two very fond memories of Bobby- One-him racing down 3rd Ave in NY playing slip 'n' slide for kicks on the ice covered sidewalk- temp in the negatives- wind chill worse- no person or cab in sight-Two-him racing to be the first one to the tide on Venice Beach after dinner just to feel the sand between his toes- and felt like a late night swim. I always admired his spontaneity- what a great lover of life! I feel very blessed to have known him
my love to the family
amy t. crofut

A Few days befor Bobby P. moved on, he came by my house in Kerrville and spent the night with me, Shaneye and my daughter Grace. He came to town to change some paintings out at a Kerrville gallery. That night he gave us one of his paintings and he hung it in our house where he thought it should hang. We laughed about the things that we laughed about for about an hour and a half. He went into the house and he and Shaneye gave Grace a bath and put her to bed. The next day we got up ate bagels, looked at all of ours and our friends de-funked URL’s on line and listened to the morning news all while gayly gossiping about the people that we loved. We hugged and he left.
I don’t think that either Bobby are myself ever spoke in normal voices when we were around one another. Our voices were more along the lines of...well..huh...Two Lesbian women trapped in-side of two red-necks bodies. But it sounded more like two men on the verge of tears. With a hint of gayety. It’s what we did. So...anyway... I sure do miss the #@*%!er...This land is not our home, we’re just passin’ through.
Praise be to God for Bobby!
I know your not really gone...
Grateful Hams