ForeverMissed

We have created this memorial website to celebrate the life of Patrick Verfurth. It is intended to be a "living document" with memories being contributed by family members under the "LIFE" section and a chance for friends to share stories or shorter musings under "STORIES" or below under "TRIBUTES".  We welcome you to share your memories, feelings, thoughts, and inspirations as they relate to Pat and your relationship with him. Even pictures and videos can be added!  

As a way of honoring Pat's memory and supporting a worthy cause that is very personal to our family (2 young men with Type 1 diabetes!) we are hosting a Go Fund Me with all proceeds going to the JDRF (Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation).  The JDRF supports research aimed at a cure for Type 1 Diabetes as well as ways to improve the daily lives of Type 1's.

Donations (tax-deductible) may be made online here: www.gofundme.com/pat-verfurth      Alternately you can send your donation to Marti or give at Pat's "Celebration of Life" memorial.  Thank you.

Now on to the man's story!......

OBITUARY

Written by Marti, Katrina, and Julie

Patrick was born March 17, 1933 to Mary Lee and Henry Verfurth on a farm in Billings, Missouri where he spent his childhood.He attended high school at Subiaco Academy in Arkansas and graduated in 1951. He attended Southwest Missouri University earning his Bachelor of Science degree in Math with a minor in Business.He served in the US Army and was stationed in Panama for 2 years. He worked for the Small Business Administration of the US Government for 35 years.

He married his childhood friend Martha (Marti) Netzer on September 2, 1961 and moved to Alabama for Pat’s job. They lived in Birmingham, Arab, and Huntsville during the years they were in Alabama.

In 1965 they welcomed their first daughter Katrina to the family. Then Pat’s job took him to Utah where they settled in Roy. Shortly after arriving in Utah they welcomed their second daughter Julie in December of 1968.They spent the next 24 years in Utah working and raising their family.

Pat retired in December 1989. In 1991 they left Utah to move to South Bend, Indiana for Marti’s work. They spent 5 years there and then Marti’s work took them to Lynn Haven, Florida. They stayed there for 2 years and then decided that they wanted to be closer to their daughters and to return to the wide-open spaces of the West. So they moved to Henderson, Nevada in December of 2000 where they made many new friends and enjoyed good times throughout the years.

Nature was a constant inspiration for Pat: sunrise, mountains, snow, rain showers, storms, sunsets and the cosmos. He liked the challenge of skiing, golfing and biking, participating in several Triathlons.He enjoyed water sports, swimming laps almost daily for 45 years, accumulating Red Cross recognition and awards.Certified in scuba diving at the age of 60, he enjoyed numerous diving trips with Marti and their Feral Divers Club friends. His travels took him to all 50 states in the US, often to visit family and friends, as well as to several countries around the world, including Mexico, Canada, Israel, Egypt, India, China, Fiji, Palau, Indonesia, Mauritius, South America and many of the Caribbean islands.

When at home he enjoyed feeding and watching the hummingbirds that befriended him, spotting coyotes and road runners, owls and other wildlife. His main hobbies were gardening, listening to music, reading the paper, doing sudoku puzzles and honing his cooking skills.An avid sports fan, he particularly enjoyed following his favorite football team: Notre Dame.

Pat passed away early in the morning of December 19, 2018 after a year of progressive health issues.

He is survived by his wife of 57 years, Marti, two daughters: Katrina Meehan of San Diego and Julie Verfurth (Scott Weinberg) of Portland, Oregon, and four grandchildren: Shannon Meehan Olmos (Raymond), Jessica Meehan, and Kevin Meehan of San Diego and Elliot Weinberg of Portland.

Also surviving are his siblings William/Bill Verfurth (JoAnn) of Billings, Missouri, Virginia Reichert of Springfield, Missouri and Mary Hillhouse of Bloomington, Illinois, as well as 12 nieces and nephews.

He was preceded in death by his parents, an older brother, Robert (Bob) Verfurth and two brothers-in-law, Jerry Hillhouse and Charles Reichert.

Pat lived a full life.  He was blessed to have many friends and a loving family.  He was fortunate to have a rewarding career, an early retirement, and the opportunity to pursue a diverse array of interests and travel.  He connected well with people wherever he went and liberally shared both his humor and his kindness.  He will be missed profoundly.




Posted by Lori DeRome on March 17, 2019
I was lucky to have grown up with Pat's light hearted "off-the- wall" sense of humor. Julie and I were best friends and went to St Joe's Grade School and High School together for 12 years, so I was at their house in Roy, UT as often as possible. I remember Pat's warm eyes and kind face, and how hilarious it was when he imitated sweet Daisy the Beagle's robust "BARK!" He often called us "a bunch of giggly girls" and I was so honored to have him nickname me " Noisy"!! :D  It was always clear how much he loved his family.
I hope my dad and Pat are getting to hang out these days, catching up and looking out for their families from Heaven. God bless you, Pat!  Love and hugs to Marti, Katrina, and Julie. I am looking forward to seeing you all on March 30!!
Posted by Sam Lovelace on February 20, 2019
We met Pat and Marti (our next door neighbors) in Aug. 1966 in Huntsville, AL. They still are the most wonderful neighbors we have ever had!!! Shared many meals with them. Saw them in 2001 for their 40th anniversary party. We love them and will miss Pat. He was a wonderful fun loving guy and friend!
We love you Marti, Katrina, Julie and family!
Sam and Pat Lovelace

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Posted by Lori DeRome on March 17, 2019
I was lucky to have grown up with Pat's light hearted "off-the- wall" sense of humor. Julie and I were best friends and went to St Joe's Grade School and High School together for 12 years, so I was at their house in Roy, UT as often as possible. I remember Pat's warm eyes and kind face, and how hilarious it was when he imitated sweet Daisy the Beagle's robust "BARK!" He often called us "a bunch of giggly girls" and I was so honored to have him nickname me " Noisy"!! :D  It was always clear how much he loved his family.
I hope my dad and Pat are getting to hang out these days, catching up and looking out for their families from Heaven. God bless you, Pat!  Love and hugs to Marti, Katrina, and Julie. I am looking forward to seeing you all on March 30!!
Posted by Sam Lovelace on February 20, 2019
We met Pat and Marti (our next door neighbors) in Aug. 1966 in Huntsville, AL. They still are the most wonderful neighbors we have ever had!!! Shared many meals with them. Saw them in 2001 for their 40th anniversary party. We love them and will miss Pat. He was a wonderful fun loving guy and friend!
We love you Marti, Katrina, Julie and family!
Sam and Pat Lovelace
his Life

From Candy Verfurth Laney - Niece

As long as I can remember my Uncle Pat has been in my life. I remember how exciting it was when he came to visit us. One time he wore a beret that I thought was so cool. When Uncle Pat and Aunt Marti got married I remember sitting by mom in a pew close to the front so we could watch my dad and little sister, Kim, participate in the wedding. I remember how beautiful Aunt Marti’s wedding was with all of the golden bridesmaids and flower girls!

I am very thankful that over the years Uncle Pat and Aunt Marti have been in my family’s life! I always loved to hear stories about their pride and joy—Katrina and Julie. My husband and I also liked to hear about their travels,especially Uncle Pat’s scuba diving adventures. He encouraged us to take scuba diving lessons, which we really enjoyed.

Uncle Pat encouraged our Verfurth family to get involved with the Billings Historical Memorial. It was fun working on the project with him. I am also very happy that our Verfurth family got together about 2 years ago at our home so we were able to take some precious photos of family members. I love you Uncle Pat and Aunt Mari and will remember you forever.

From Bill Verfurth - Brother

Bill dictated these special Memories about growing up with his little brother Pat:

Pat received his name because he was born on St. Patrick’s Day. Our dad called Pat “Jay Bird” because he “squawked like a jay bird.”

Most of Bill’s memories of growing up with Bob and Pat revolved around their family’s life on a farm about 1 ½ miles from the town of Billings:

We had a big police dog named Wolf. (Photo with wolf taken down the lane by their home) He was so big that his front paws could reach the top of a six foot ladder!We also had a pony, named Pony. Our grandpa, August, built us kids a pony cart so we could ride to school in style. But many times Pony did not cooperate, so we mostly walked to school. (photo) One time when Bob and Virginia were riding in the cart they had to both jump out before it crashed.

We had a goat that would run around our field with Wolf and Pony.The goat would climb up on everything. One time it climbed up on our dad’s new car. Then suddenly the goat disappeared and we had lots of cooked “rabbit meat” for supper.

Bob, Pat, and I had fun floating on our pond in “our boat” which was made from cutting a metal barrel in half. Dad would take us on a summer vacation when business was slow at the hardware store. One time we rented a cabin down by a river near Forsyth and close to a big bridge. (photo)

Bill also remembered when they moved into a two-story house in town. He chuckled and said that one time all three of us boys got the mumps and we were locked upstairs.

The Verfurth boys had lots of cousins and friends from church to play with growing up in Billings until they went their separate ways into the armed forces: Bob to the Air Force, Bill into the Navy, and Pat into the Army.

From Mary Verfurth Hillhouse - Sister

My big brother Pat always watched out for me, his baby sister Mary Ellen. He, along with my other big brothers Bob and Bill, were quite a team. They kept a close eye on me and their other younger sister Virginia. Of course, there was the occasional teasing about the girls being spoiled, which had some truth to it! Like when the boys had to ride in the back of the pickup on cold days to go to town and the girls got to ride in the warm cab with the folks.

Affectionately nicknamed "Jaybird" by our dad, for his gift of the gab, Pat could talk his sisters into helping him and his brothers. Virginia and I would wash and clean the family car for 25 cents each so the boys could go on dates.

Pat was a good swimmer all through his life, a skill he acquired from going to the Boy Scout pool in Billings, Missouri or various lakes in the area. Our folks would let us girls walk the 3 miles to the pool. We would pick up a cousin along the way or our friend Martha Ann Netzer. Little did I know that this good friend Marti would later become my sister-in-law!

I have many good memories of growing up on our family farm. We didn’t have a lot of money, but we were happy and well cared for. We enjoyed being together, especially at Christmas time. Our dad would let us pick out a toy from his hardware store for our gift. One year, the boys got an electric train set. I couldn’t quite figure out how Santa thought those boys were that good!

My brother Pat was a good man. He was smart, kind, patient, fun-loving, a good conversationalist, a wonderful family man, and a great brother. God bless you, Jaybird.

Mary Ellen Verfurth Hillhouse (aka Bug Bite)

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A Father Teaches Life Skills

Shared by Katrina Meehan on April 19, 2019

HI .I am Katrina, Pat’s oldest daughter. My first memory I have of my dad is when I was about 18months old. It was at night, and we were  in my room lying on the royal blue carpet, next to my white dressers and on the top of it was my ferris wheel musical lamp that was turned on. We were laying on our tummy’s and my VERY large piggy bank was not he floor too. My dad had taken some of the coins out and was trying to teach me about them. Nickels, dimes, quarters and pennies.I liked the coins because they were shiny.

Throughout my 53 years of having my dad in my life, he taught me many practical things. ThisThings that have served me well in my life. He was the one that spent many nights by he fireplace when I was in 3rd grade trying to learn my multiplication tables. He even made me flashcards to help me learn, cards which I still have.

He taught me how to write a check and balance a checkbook. He taught me about bonds and how to manage money. He taught me how to check the oil in my car, how to change a tire, how to check air in a tire, how to jump start a car.

He taught me how to ride a bike without training wheels, how to tread water. He taught me all the names of the major sports teams, how each of the sports worked, how the scores worked, etc.

He taught me how to work puzzles whether they be jigsaw or a word search.

He taught me alot of practical, every day skills that that have helped me to be as self sufficient, independent as I could be which has helped me to get through many tough situations. I am grateful that he took the time to teach me all of these things. I will miss him.

Beloved Uncle Pat- by his niece Lisa Husted

Shared by Lisa Husted on February 10, 2019

How very much my Sweet Uncle Pat will be missed by our family. Although he and Aunt Marti lived a distance away, they were both ever hospitable and generous in their love.

I remember his black Volkswagen bug in Utah and him letting me join him for one of his verrrry early morning swims when we visited them in Utah when I was a girl. He took me out to his garden and tried to educate me about all things okra and kolrabi. And to make double sure we had a good time while visiting, they took us to a very fun amusement part with a waterslide and roller coaster---so kind of them to treat us to so much fun. We were happy to just hang out in Katrina and Julie’s tricked out playhouse! :)

He and A. Marti were kind enough to fly out for my wedding in San Francisco and made the effort to visit me in Arizona when I had two wee little girls and I certainly appreciated a bit of adult company. When we had relocated to Nashville, we were lucky to have them swing by on their trips from Indiana to Florida and later in life they visited more frequently when I made my way to the coast in California.

Uncle Pat and I talked roses, hunted for Mexican spices, tried to find the best deals on seafood, shared a love for lemon meringue pie, The Atlantic Monthly magazine, BLT sandwiches (or just ‘maters in general) and the ocean. We had the good fortune of pulling off the side of the road once while on the Pacific Coast Highway... and there were whales! spouting up--the first time I had ever seen that in my life. It was magical.

Most of all, I loved his stories about growing up in Missouri; his grandfather who spoke with a German accent and the mischief he got in to, his adventures at the all boys boarding school in Arkansas, his travels and schooling in Mexico and all the interesting people he met along the way that he so vividly remembered. He could still remember the names of all the guys he went to school with and what the breakfast menu was!

I loved his kind, beautiful blue eyes, his hearty hugs, his continuing adaptability to change and technology (“Siri! Marti! Somebody!”). 

I loved his lepruchaun outfits on his birthday and how he made sure everyone had a good time. I remember dancing with him last October in his living room, sneaking a candy bar together in the parking lot of the grocery store before heading home and the beautiful, fatherly love he had for Julie as we headed home on a long road trip. His love for his girls was so evident in how he carried them everyday in his thoughts and concerns. What a super dad he must have been to them. I cannot imagine how much he is missed by those who were the closest to him.

I loved that his heart was fully engaged in life, that he had a lot of grace for folks and just kept rolling with whatever came his way.  I remember many years ago, telling him a story about how we had gotten swindled out of quite a large sum of money and he just shrugged and said, “ehh, well, you’ll have a great story to tell at a cocktail party!” He didn’t seem to harbor bitterness or grudges and didn’t get stuck in the past or wishful thinking. He stayed in reality and genuinely cared for people. What a lesson for me.

Moving to Oregon where Julie lives let me see him more frequently in the last few years and I am so grateful for that. I am also incredibly grateful to Aunt Marti who enabled him to live a very full life even as limits and health issues kept encroaching on his freedom. I don’t think we’ll ever know the full extent of how she served, nursed, protected, cared and advocated for him especially in these last few years. A BIG thank you to you, Aunt Marti! You helped us all enjoy the man we love in his own home, able to live in dignity and safety and joy because of your loving sacrifice.

I am also grateful that I will see those beautiful eyes again--even shining brighter than before. It is so hard to see these pillars of my family rest from their labors and enter eternity. I hope to pick up the baton and be the example of care and steady faithfulness that they have been to those that are in my care.

Until we meet again, my dear Uncle. Thank you for your example of faithfulness, sensitivity, and concern for your fellow man. You will be missed enormously!!