This memorial website was created to share and keep the memory of my father, Floyd Carter "Pop" Hatley who was born in Chatfield, Texas on October 15, 1930 and passed away on June 22, 2006 at the age of 75 alive. We will forever treasure the greatest gift of having him as our father. There will be a void in our heart but we know he is not in pain and finally was able to be with his Barbara (my step-mother) again.
We have also dedicated our Angel Cove Prayer News Site to Pop and my beloved niece, Mylia Hatley, age 30, who passed away unexpectedly 10 days after Pop's funeral. They are both buried side by side in Blooming Grove, TX together forever watching over us.
Floyd C. Hatley
Floyd Carter "Pop" Hatley of Coolidge, Texas passed away June 22, 2006 at the age of 75 in Mexia.
Floyd was born October 15, 1930 in Chatfield, Texas to the late Jessie J.and Plony Ann Couch Hatley. He retired in 1994 after working 40 years in foundries in Corsicana, Pampa, Nederland and Coolidge.
He was a beloved father, grandfather, brother, uncle, father in law, and friend. Floyd enjoyed fishing, all sports, dominoes, and his family who will miss him dearly.
In the early to mid 1960's he coached several ball teams and what used to be known as Grey Y football. His love for sports continued until his passing and he didn't like to miss a Texas Rangers game.
Floyd was preceded in death by his parents, beloved wife Barbara Wilson Hatley, brothers Carl D., Ralph E., Jessie "Wayne" Hatley, sister Opal Gilbreath, and his great grandson Jacoby Lynn Hatley.
He is survived by sons Gene Hatley and wife Thea of Dublin GA, Billy Hatley and wife Kim of Blooming Grove, and his daughter Pam Hatley and husband Weldon of Ennis. He is also survived by his granddaughter Stacey Hatley Johnson of Dallas, grandson Chris Hatley and wife Brandi of Plano,
granddaughter Mylia Hatley of Dallas, grandson Dustin Hatley of Midlothian, grandson Erik Hatley of Ennis and granddaugher Hanah Caldwell of Ennis. He also leaves behind his sister Suedell Burns Kimble of San Antonio, sisters in law Francis Hatley of Blooming Grove, Louise Hatley of Hubbard, and Dorothy Hatley of Stamford. Three great grandchildren Ariana Johnson, Austin and Chris Ann Hatley. Three step grandchildren Jarod, Jessica and Laura and a very good friend Jodie Rodgers.
Services will be held 3pm Sunday June 25, 2006 at Griffin-Roughton Funeral Home Chapel burial following at Rosehill Cemetery Blooming Grove.
Visitaion will be Saturday June 24, 2006 6-9pm at Griffin-Roughton Funeral Home.
Pallbearers will be Mike Rogers, Chris Hatley, Dustin Hatley, Erik Hatley, Scott Chambers and Dana Williams.
Memorial guest book available at www.griffin-roughton.com click on obituaries and go to the name Floyd Hatley to sign the book and submit memorial tribute.
Arrangements by Griffin-Roughton Funeral Home, Corsicana Texas.
Tidbits about My Dad
Daddy, also known as Pop, was the son of Jesse J. and Plony Ann Couch Hatley. He grew up on a farm and never forgot what it was like not to have much. He was a simple man who enjoyed the simple things in life. He worked hard all his life to provide for his family, teaching each of his children respect for others and passing along his strong work ethic. We could not have grown as we did without his strong hand to guide us. But the greatest gift he passed to us was his strong and keen sense of humor. He was the youngest child born to parents who were born in the 1890's. Seems surreal to have grandparents who were born at that time. They were barely younger than my great grandmother on my mothers side. Daddy was especially close to his brother, Wayne. The age difference was quite a bit so he followed him everywhere and Wayne was like a second dad to him. He picked cotton growing up, helped farm, run errands and did whatever he needed to help the family. Life was hard. They worked hard, they lived hard and they played hard. But he raised us to respect all that life had to offer and to not complain about we had or didn't have.
Daddy worked in foundries most of his life, and as most know that can be hard work. But like he always said "It's a living". That was daddy. It was just what it was and nothing more. You either made it or you didn't and it was how you perceived it that made it. Life could be good or it could be bad. You made the choice, not the other way around.
Before daddy passed away he said "I'm straight with the Lord. I've had a good life, 3 great kids that I am proud of, a good wife (my step-mother Barbara who passed away on my birthday in 1997) and really good grandchildren." There again, no fuss laced with fancy words.
Sports. Now daddy liked his sports. If you called him you knew he was in the middle of some type of sports game because you usually got just a "Yea", "Huh-huh", "Okay", "Hmm" or something shorter. So you knew to keep it brief. And you better say "goodbye, I love you" really fast because the next thing you would hear would be the dial tone. Now if there was not some type of game on then you had a really good conversation. It was a joke among us 3 kids about calling daddy when a game was on. Being the only none sports addicted person in the family I was the main one who seemed to call him in the middle of his games. I just couldn't seem to learn the schedules!
Fishing. There are always stories about the ones that got away. But daddy didn't put much faith in those stories. Either you caught something or you didn't. The one thing that would really get his goat was if he took you to his special fishing place and you caught all the fish. He didn't seem to care much for that. He taught me how to fish when I was little on a cane pole and how to clean them. I can still catch a fish now and then and I can clean them as well. Like to eat them, too. He caught many a fish in his day and there are photos galore with his catch of the day.
Dominos. Okay, the man could play dominos and liked playing in tournaments as well. You could say that dominos saved his life in 2002. He had gone to meet his friends for a good old fashion hamburger and then a game of dominos in the small town he lived in. He was lucky that day. While eating, one of his partners noticed that daddy was slurring his words and that he couldn't seem to chew his food. Daddy was having a stroke. There is no hospital in the small town of Coolidge, Texas that he lived in at the time, with the nearest one about 20 miles away. Luckily his partner was an EMT and there was a nurse with them that day. Yes, dominos definitely saved my dad's life that day. He later went on to play a lot more dominos and win several more trophies as well.
Family. He loved all of us equally, but he was especially close to my brother, Billy. They were best friends. Billy helped my dad in so many ways, but it was the bond they shared that shaped both of their lives. When daddy was diagnosed with cancer in January 2006 it was Billy that ran his errands, took him to most of his appointments (daddy was headstrong and took himself to some of them) and was there for him. I wanted them to have that time. You can't be losing your dad and best friend at the same time and not want to have a lot of quality time with him. My dad and I had our private talks in the doctors office (when my brother was out of the room), on the phone and in person. I don't regret the way it all turned out. It was perfect, if you can say there is anything perfect in the death of someone you love. The only mar was there just didn't seem to be enough time. We were given 6 months...he made it 5. Family was so strong with him that on June 20, 2006 while sitting with him at the hospital I was priviledged to see him talk to his loved ones that had passed before us. How do I know? Because he told them he was not ready to go yet. Then he reached for something or someone and said "Please don't go". I think it was Barbara. The moment passed but it gave me a greater faith in my belief of Angels. He worried about the strain his illness put on us. He worried about my brother, Gene, who lived in Georgia and couldn't be with us. He worried about Billy and all that he had done for him. He told me he was glad it was him that had cancer and not one of us kids. What do you say to that? There was nothing I could say. Because, frankly, I didn't want it to be anyone of us.
Cancer. They say when you have cancer you seem to find a peace and a strength you never knew you had. I think I understand a little of that now after watching my father. He never complained, even when you knew he had to be in pain. The tumor was large and in his left lung. But the problem was it did not start in the lungs. It was not until much later we would learn it started in his lower back. A place that had been diagnosed earlier as arthritis. He had complained about it for several years and it was getting worse. But by the time the cancer was found it had spread to the lung and lining of his heart. He became frail, but determined to live on his own for as long as he could. He even planted his summer garden. Not a big one, just some peppers, okra and canteloupe, which unfortunately I thought was a weed and weeded it out. He blamed my brother for it...oh well... His only complaint had been that the cancer had prevented him from mowing the yards of the little widow ladies that had depended on him for years. He still tried to mow his own yard. You couldn't keep him down. We knew it must be in his bones, but he still would not complain. He would not let it get him down. He did not have the option of treatments because of the advanced stage. We were lucky...he did not suffer or go through what so many do in the last stages. He kept upbeat whenever we were around. He rested a lot more. He ate less. But he still never complained one bit. Never took medication for pain, accept for Tylenol.
Fathers Day, June 18, 2006. My brother, Billy and I had planned on a fathers day lunch for my dad. All the grandchildren would be there. The only ones who would not be able to attend were my brother Gene and his wife Thea who live in Georgia. At this time my dad was still mobile and still able to do things for himself. Which was due in most part from his strong resolve not to be a burden on anyone or to rely on anyone. My brother had been calling him since early morning to see if he was ready. He last talked to my dad on the evening of June 17th. When I arrived at my brothers he asked me if I had talked to dad. Neither one of us could reach him by phone. At this point we knew something must be wrong. My brother and two nephews went over to his house. They found him on the floor. He had fallen 3 hours previously, saying he tripped over his oxygen line. What had really happened was he had had a minor stroke. He was admitted to the hospital. His sense of humor was still in tack. When the ambulance workers were strapping him on the gurney he laughed and said "Click it or ticket" which is a slogan in Texas for seat belt laws. Unfortunately, he also had pneumonia. We all met them at the hospital in Mexia, Tx. Dad was (believe it or not) watching a ballgame when we arrived. And of course we were making too much noise and he would turn the volume up. Again, his sense of humor keeping him going.
June 19, 2006. Dr. Lee told us that the tumor had not grown much more and that the stroke damage might not show up for a few more days. It was in the same spot as the last few were. But they did start him on strong antibiotics for the pneumonia. Once again, my dad's sense of humor came to the forefront. He had a really cute little nurse that was taking care of him. He asked her to marry him when he got better. She got the biggest kick out of that. With all the tests they running, all the IV's and all the poking and prodding, there still was no complaints coming from him. Later in the day his speech started slurring a lot more. One thing that was worrying us though was Dr. Lee said daddy could not go home. He would have to go to a facility under hospice. He still thought daddy had a few more months but he was getting weaker and with this stroke there was no way he could let him live on his own anymore. Daddy would not live with Billy or I. He did not want to go to a nursing home.
June 20, 2006. Daddy was having a really good day. His pneumonia was responding to the medication. His breathing was better. He looked better and his speech was a little better. He wanted to sit up in a chair. My brother got him into his chair by the window. It was time for Billy to tell daddy he could not go home. We all left the room so Billy could do it in his own way and in his own words. It was (at the time) the hardest thing my brother ever had to do. Daddy was and had always been a very independent man. He never depended on anyone for anything. This was going to be hard. We came back after a while and surprisingly Billy said he had taken it better than he thought he would. Billy left the room for a while to take a break with his wife Kim. It was after learning he would not be going home that daddy seemed to have his conversation that I spoke about earlier. He seemed far away, but soon returned to the present. When Billy returned daddy wanted to go home. Billy reminded him what they had talked about. All he said was okay. Then he was ready to go back to bed.
June 21, 2006. We learned that day that daddy would have to be released from the hospital the next day. this was due to medicare procedures. We asked the hospital if they couldn't keep him longer, that he was not well enough to leave. Couldn't the doctor say he had to stay like he had before when he had been in the hospital. We were told no. We had already been working on finding a nursing home for him when we were told earlier in the week that he would not be able to go home. We had found one, or so we thought in Corsicana, Texas. We learned about 2:00 that day that they would not take him. They would not take any new patients for at least a couple of weeks. They were going through transitions, new nurses, etc. Something they could have told us earlier. At 3:30 I am begging the director of that home to take him as he had no where to go because the hospital would not keep him and they would not let us take him. I told them how good of a patient he was. How ill he was. Nothing helped. At 4:30 I am getting desperate because my father will be dumped by the system. At 4:50 a nursing home was found in Mexia. A Godsend. We now had somewhere to take him.
June 22, 2006. My brother shows up at the hospital and learns my father had been agitated the night before. The night nurse gave him something to calm him down. He has not come out of the medication yet. We do not know what it was. We still do not know what it was. At 1:00 they have him at the nursing home. He is still not awake from the medication given from the night before. I arrive at the nursing home. My brother fills out all the paperwork. By now it is almost 3:00. We get daddy settled in. He is still out, but restless. He seemed hot and sweaty. His breathing is fast and hard. You can see his carotied artery beating so fast. But still he is not a wake. We take turns answering questions, getting his things unpacked. We decide that we need to call our brother in Georgia and tell him to come home. It is now a little after 4:00. My father finally starts coming around. He gives my husband the okay sign when asked if he was okay. He gives my brother the no sign when he asked him if he was hungry. He squeezed my hand. My husband and I have to leave to drive about 50 miles home to pick up our 11 year old daughter. We are standing outside when my husband notices the house next to the nursing home on fire. My brother and husband rush over to see if there is anyone in the house. The flames are shooting out toward the nursing home roof and the room at the end. The room that my father is in. I run in and tell them to call 911. I also tell them we have to move my father as the flames are too close to the roof and his room. They move him to the hallway. He is seems to be getting a little more restless and is looking around. They have a hard time getting his oxygen to work right. I go to check on my husband and brother. I can't find them. We are unable to leave due to being blocked in by the firetrucks. Finally, the fire is put out. We get ready to move daddy back to his room. I notice how hot and clammy he is. I ask for a cool rag. We try cooling him down. The oxygen does not seem to be working. We try different masks to get the oxygen level up. We finally get him back to his room. The nurse stays with me. I am watching him breath. I notice he seems to get really white and make a remark about it to the nurse. He looks finally so peaceful. I say something to the affect that he looks like he finally breathing easier. She said "Honey, he is not breathing". I couldn't believe I was sitting there watching him leave. Not realizing this was happening. It was too peaceful. The most peaceful and blessed thing I have ever experienced. It was 5:00. The ink was barely dry on getting him registered in the nursing home. He did not want to be there. He had told us. Once again his independence wins. He chose to go home in his on way.
The Fire and God. I think God works in such mysterious ways. The fire that broke out when no one was home. The firetrucks blocking our vehicles. The timing of it all kept us there as we were meant to be. My brother did so much for my dad. He kept it all together with all the running, the doctors appointments. God kept me there to be with my dad so I could witness his going home. I believe that He started that fire so I would not miss the most incredible experience of watching my father go peacefully. So I would know my father was finally whole once again. Yes, God works in such mysterious ways. The fire was to show us that life is eternal everlasting and burns bright even in the darkest of hours.
We said one final earthly goodbye to our father on June 25, 2006.
Pam Hatley Caldwell (daughter)
Angel Wings At Christmas
copyright by: By Pam Hatley Caldwell
(this is a poem I wrote for my daddy and my niece Mylia Hatley, age 30, who passed away unexpectedly 10 days after daddy...I do not mind anyone using this poem as long as I am listed as owner)
Do you feel my Angel wings as they brush across your brow? Do you hear their soft flapping as I hover over you at night? I am with you today as I have been from the beginning. I watch you sleep and I watch you work. I watch you go through your daily life as it was before I left. I am with you today as I have been from the beginning. I still enjoy Christmas, I still enjoy your laugh and the twinkle in your eye. I still love the lights and the trees just as I did when I was there with you. I am with you today as I have been from the beginning. I never left your side as you think, as I am here just above the twinkling lights. Can you see me? Can you feel my wings as they brush across your brow? I am with you today as I have been from the beginning. You have reason to live without me. You have dreams and memories of my life to share. I never left your side; I am here in your heart and in the twinkling lights. I am in the bows that decorate so bright. I am in the children’s laughter. I am in the smiles of family. But most of all I am in your heart. I am with you today as I have been from the beginning. You were my hope, my life, and my dream. How else could I have gone before you? I was chosen to make a place for you where we will meet again. I was chosen to bring hope to others that needed to feel my Angel wings. I am with you today as I have been from the beginning. I felt you cradle me ever so softly as you said goodbye. Did you feel my Angel wings as they brushed across your brow? Did you know that they were cloaked around you in comfort? I am with you today as I have been from the beginning. Christmas is a time for miracles and when Angel wings are busy. We still smell the cookies, we still hear the carols, we see the packages all wrapped and ready, we see the hope, we see all your dreams and all the tomorrows. We see your spirit as it was meant to be, we were chosen just for you, so you could believe. I am with you today as I have been from the beginning. Don’t cry for me and don’t give up; for I earned my Angel wings so I could ready a place for you where we will meet again. I still feel your love and I can still feel your heartbeat. I still feel all that I did before I left. Please do not cry for me, but believe in me; for I earned my Angel wings. I soar in Heaven and I dance with other Angels, I see into the night and I see into the future, I see into your heart and I see your love. I see how lucky I am to have earned my wings, I see how lucky I was to have been loved by you. Do you feel my Angel wings as they brush across your brow? Do you hear their flapping as I hover over you at night? I am with you today as I have been from the beginning. We shared a bond that will never be broken; we shared a love that can never die. I still enjoy Christmas. I still enjoy the sounds, the smells, the laughter, the fun, the miracles and hope. I still love you and always will. I am with you today as I have been from the beginning. Angel wings are busy at Christmas; busy with love for those we left behind. Busy keeping you safe; giving you comfort; reminding you that life goes on. We still share in your joy and we still share in your hopes and dreams. We did not leave you; we are only a heartbeat away. Do you feel my Angel wings as they brush across your brow? Do you hear their flapping as I hover over you at night? Do you see the twinkling stars as they glow brighter each night? Those are Angels sharing their love for those we left behind. The twinkling marks our new life; glowing and ever lasting. So do not cry for me; but rejoice with me as I have earned my Angel wings. Do you feel my Angel wings as they brush across your brow? Do you hear their soft flapping as I hover over you at night? I am with you today as I have been from the beginning. Merry Christmas with all my love, Angel Wings.