Patricia M. King

Patricia Marie King was called home on Wednesday, November 17, 2021, at St. Mary's Medical Center in Langhorne, PA surrounded by her family. Patricia was born on August 13, 1948, the daughter of the late Maybell Ryant Brown and Eugene Wright. 

 

Patricia was a dedicated longtime member of True Love Center under Bishop E. Earl Jenkins where she was appointed one of the mothers of the church. It was at True Love Center (formerly True Servant) that she developed a closer relationship with God. In 1967 she graduated from Hackettstown High School. Patricia was employed in various jobs throughout her life with the last two being Water's Edge Nursing Home and River­side Nursing Home as a Certified Nursing Assistant. 

 

Patricia enjoyed spending time with family and friends always having to have the last word and of course she was always right. It was never a dull moment when she was around. 

 

In addition to her parents, she is predeceased by her Siblings William Jr., Leroy, Doris, James Perry, Thelma, Herman, Reginald, and David. 

 

Patricia leaves to mourn and cherish her memories, daughter and son-in-law, Charnell and David Simmons of Texas, son and daughter-in-law, Wilbert King and Stephanie 

Brown of Pennsylvania, daughter and son-in-law, Danielle and Matthew Hill of Geor­gia, daughters Ruthie King of Trenton and Carmella Wright. 11 grandchildren: Trey, Clara, Quiyana, Latavia, Zakariyya, Joshua, Shawn, Sa'aada, Sa'Asia, Jayden and Amaya and 3' great-grandchildren: London, Lauryn, and Qua'von, 4 aunts: Betty Kelly of Nj, Maggie G. Davis of SC, Julia Ann Clinkscale of SC, and Azalee Gass of Flushing, NY and 2 uncles Isaiah Ryant of NY and Daniel Ryant (Rovena) of SC, a special niece Adele Presha, longtime friend Peggy Newman, and a host of nieces, nephews, cousins, and friends. 

 

Patricia was a loving mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother. 

 

Sorrowfully submitted, 

The Family 

 

When you come to the end of the road and the sun has set on me, 

 

I want no rites in a gloom filled room, why cry for a soul set free. 

Miss me a little-but not too long, and not with your head bowed low, 

 

Remember the love that we once shared, Miss me-but let me go. 

 

For this is a journey that we "all must take, and each must go alone. 

 

It's all a part of the Master's plan, a step on the road to home. 

 

When you are lonely and sick at heart, go to the friends we know.  And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds, Miss me-but let me go.