Patricia Irene Allmon

We are often told that this life is only a speck in time compared to eternity with God. We forget that He gave us life for a reason. Patricia walked this earth for more than 80 years, there is no doubt that she lived a life that God intended and was received with the words "Well done, good and faithful servant.” When she passed on March 3, 2026, at the age of 80 in San Antonio, Texas, we know that she left behind memories far too expansive to be summed up in a few mere words.

She was born in Pueblo, Colorado in 1945 to Martha and Edward Gordon, and was the surviving member of her family of origin.

She met the love of her life, Dwight, at their church’s youth group and they started dating soon after Dwight got his driver’s permit. Even though she tried to teach Dwight how to jitterbug, as she was an award winning dancer, his two left feet kept them both grounded. Their love was so deep that she waited for him to return from the service, and they were married on September 11, 1965.

It was fortunate that they had a great deal of love for each other because they didn’t have much else. They first lived in a house owned by Dwight’s mother; it was so small it would be generous to define it as a casita (some might even call it a hovel). Their first car was a 40’s Plymouth coupe that his grandfather had painted over the rust with cement paint using a large bristle brush. Money was tight, but laughter, love and their faith in God was strong.

While Dwight was completing his degree at The University of Colorado, housing wasn’t available, so Dwight stayed in Boulder during the week, while Pat remained in Pueblo, working, despite the fact that she was pregnant their daughter, Frankie, who was born in 1968. Upon his graduation, Dwight got a job with IBM, and the family moved to California, where their son, James, was born in 1972.

When the family returned to Colorado, and with the children in school, Pat returned to the work force. Her talent as a seamstress and her exceptional joy working with and helping people, landed her a career with aftermarket Jeep Top manufacturer, Bestop. With only a High School diploma, she progressed from a sewer to Sewing Line Lead to Production Manager to Purchasing Manager. She took those skills and parlayed them into working in as an optician, a medical records specialist, and countless voluntary positions; regardless of where she “worked,” what she brought to the communities she served was her attention to detail, her work ethic, and her willingness to do any task with a smile on her face, a joke dropped, and an ear to listen. She gave selflessly and completely to all of those around her.

When her son was overseas working for Halliburton and his wife was in a military school to become a respiratory specialist, Pat and Dwight took on the responsibility of raising their two grandchildren, Tyler and OZ. Pat took care of the children, both under the age of three. She quickly learned why children are born to those in their twenties and thirties instead of to sixty year olds. Despite the reality of diapers, toddler tears, and the frenetic energy of two little boys, the joy that year brought Pat was immeasurable. It was the deep love of her grandchildren that made Pat and Dwight decide to move to be near the grandbabies once their son and daughter-in-law were stationed in San Antonio, Texas.

Once Pat and Dwight settled in San Antonio, they became members of a wide variety of communities, including the Tejas BMW club, bowling leagues, and their golf community. For years, in Colorado, Pat had been a member of the Women’s International Bowling Congress, traveling around the country yearly (to Indianapolis, Reno, Wichita, Quad Cities to name but a few places) for the nationals and tournaments, and Pat and Dwight practically lived in the bowling center. She was, in her younger years, an avid hiker, and she and Dwight even hiked Mount Elbert and Mount Massive, in the late 1970s when her pack weighed as much as she did. Upon their arrival in San Antonio, her passion for golf became what can best be characterized as obsessive. When she fell and broke her hip and wrist, the primary motivating factor for her to attend rehab was so that she could get back on the golf course, and she was forever frustrated that she couldn’t putt the same way after her wrist healed. She was, however, happy to humble brag about the fact that she got a hole in one, before Dwight.

While she never bragged about her travels, she had the courage to go anywhere without much urging. Coming from humble beginnings, her desire to see the world was intense. Whether through her bowling tournaments, or golf weekends around the country with Dwight and friends, she also got the opportunity to visit her brother, George, in Ireland before his death, the chance to travel Germany and the U.K., made a wrong turn and ended up in Canada without a passport, went on a cruise to Mexico with her daughter, as well as making many trips to Ciudad Juarez with her daughter, when her daughter was attending college in New Mexico. Pat never turned down the chance to road trip, and the joy she brought as a travel companion was truly epic.

Many people will best remember Pat, however, for her talent as a seamstress, whether the exquisite tailored women’s suits she created, or her unique quilts. She loved the creative process, taking perfectly good pieces of fabric, cutting it up into unrecognizable shapes, and sewing them back together into what can best be characterized as works of art. She loved teaching young women how to sew. For years, her passion meant what was once the dining room in her home became her long arm room. She loved the women in her quilting classes who taught her new techniques and how to see things in a new perspective, but what she loved even more was gifting her quilts to those she loved or those in need. She and her “quilt ladies,” sewed lap quilts for Veterans, made children’s quilts for donation to Child Protective Services, and did multiple remembrance and t-shirt quilts for friends.

Church, however, was the absolute sanctuary for Pat. It was one place where she felt safe. Pat and Dwight had visited many churches in the San Antonio area and one of their golf buddies kept talking about CBCB. On their way home from a memorial service that Larry Andrews, their pastor, had conducted, Pat told Dwight that this was her church and he could join the church with her or not. Pat was a prayer warrior. She loved serving in the prayer corner but she had the talent to see people in need and would approach strangers to offer prayer or simply to talk. But it was much more than simply prayer that motivated her. Over the years she donated thousands of socks to the homeless (Costco loved her). On trips she would collect all the shampoo and lotions and give them to the homeless shelter. Against the rules she would give extra sugar when serving at Church Under the Bridge, to help those who were detoxing. It was her absolute faith in God and in serving that was at the core of who she was as a woman, a wife, a mother, and a Christian.

Every day she reminded Frankie and Dwight to “not let anyone steal” their joy, and even though her passing has left a hole that can never be completely healed, those who loved her know that joy, laughter, love, generosity, and faith, are what she will most be remembered for. Her memory will not diminish with time, nor will all that she gave, humbly and without expectation, to those she loved and those who loved her.

She is survived by her husband of sixty years, Dwight Allmon, her daughter, Frankie Allmon, her son, James Allmon, her grandchildren Madelyn Holmm (and Dirk Stamm), Tyler Allmon (and Morgan Allmon), OZ Allmon, her great-grandchildren Henwin Holmm, Olwen Holmm, and Jericho Allmon.

A Celebration of Life Ceremony will be held on April 11, 2026 at 10:00 a.m. at Home Church, 7100 U.S - 281, Spring Branch, TX 78070.

Casual dress for the Celebration of Life Ceremony; the family asks that you wear either a Home Church t-shirt, or a shirt that brings you joy. We will celebrate Pat; vibrant colors are welcomed and encouraged.

In lieu of flowers, the family requests that donations be made to The San Antonio Food Bank (safoodbank.org).