Patricia Ann “Pattycake” McCarty Mitchell passed away peacefully in her home on Sunday morning, November 22, 2020, at the age of 80. Pat was born to Florence Knox McCarty and George McCarty on January 11, 1940, in Keller, Texas. When Pat was a young child, her parents along with her three sisters, Martha Rose, Mary, and Rita, and brother, Robert, moved to Dallas. Pat graduated from South Oak Cliff High School in 1958 and soon began a career in the title business as an escrow secretary at Commercial Title in downtown Dallas. 1962 marked the beginning of the next chapter of Pat’s life, One of the Greatest Love Stories Ever Told. Pat met Jimmie when they lived in the same building in South Dallas. Over the next year, Jimmie courted Pat. Pattycake would later tell her granddaughters and their girlfriends the countless stories of the perfect beau who spit-shined his car before every date and tipped the valets so well that his was the first car lined up when the debuting picture show let out at one of the Dallas movie houses. On May 30, 1963, Pat and Jimmie married and moved back to Jimmie’s home town of Midlothian where they planted strong roots and spent the next 57 years raising their three children, eight grandchildren, and six great grandchildren along with the myriad of their kids’ and grandkids’ friends whose lives Pattycake deeply touched and influenced. In the 70s and 80s, Pat spent countless hours as roommother and team-mom before team moms were a thing. She never missed one of Tommy’s football games and still talked about Midlothian’s boys of fall from 84. She spent hours rhinestone-studding Tammie’s feature twirler uniforms and sewing Joyce’s dance costumes. She never missed her kid’s performance, dance recital, game, or school event. She hosted many slumber parties and taxied her children to competitions, practices, or friends’ houses. Education was instilled, valued, and important, and they proudly sacrificed and worked tirelessly to put all three kids through college. It was Pat’s motherly touch and undying love that shaped her children and taught them valuable, timeless lessons: love with everything you have; loving your kids includes discipline; there’s enough love for everyone; do for others before doing for yourself; vote conservatively; always wear lipstick (a lesson only Sandy Prather learned); don’t come home “drunk as a skunk”; believe your children are smart, talented, and beautiful and tell them that every day...and more than anything else, love, praise, and adore your husband or wife. Pat became Pattycake in 1987 when her first grandchild, Shane was born, and a new chapter of her life began. These perfect babies brought even more joy to her life. She would spend the next 30 years attending this generation’s games, recitals, school plays, competitions, and many stock shows. When her “bonus grandchild,” Opal Olivia was born, she retired from Chicago Title and kept her every day until she went to kindergarten. She outfitted and sent seven of the eight grandkids off to proms and watched each of them graduate from Midlothian High. Over the years, she traveled to universities around the state to see them receive their rings or get their college diplomas. She had hoped to watch her Livie graduate next year. She was there as four married and then at the hospital waiting on the deliveries of her great-grandbabies. It’s fair to say that perhaps no mother ever loved and adored her children as Pat did. A more “perfect, brilliant, beautiful, and talented” bunch of children ever existed. When grandchildren were born, they miraculously looked exactly like someone in her family, but if one ever acted badly in some way, that was a trait from his or her other parent. Surely, when Pat entered the pearly gates Sunday morning, her friends and family awaiting her arrival next to Jesus were immediately caught up on Gabbie’s latest accomplishments working for Amazon or Shane’s unmatched skills as an aviation mechanic and father or Erin’s prosperous professional career and recent engagement. Certainly, she has already told countless stories to Mamaw and Nana about Andy’s success and work-ethic and what a wonderful daddy he’s become, or how Mitchell’s students and their parents love his dedication. I’m sure she has spent time with her brother Robert catching him up about what a wonderful mother Cammie is or one of Matt’s building projects. Pat’s best friends will attest that her greatest joys were her children and grandchildren’s happiness and that she would fight to her dying breath for any of them. Definitely, through the many chapters of Pat’s life, one thing never changed. Her love for Jimmie was forever and true. Their love was a testament for 57 years to the very end. Only days before she passed, she praised Jimmie and spoke of his 24-7 care for her. During her hospital visits over the last 15 months, he never left her side. During the admission process of Covid testing and precautions during this crazy time, Jimmy would wait in the parking lot or be there in the morning when she was allowed her one visitor. A truer, sweeter love story few experience is a legacy her family and friends will forever cherish. Pat is survived by her husband, Jimmie Mitchell; daughter, Tammie Mitchell Moore and husband David; son, Tommy Mitchell and wife Adrienne; daughter, Joyce Griffith and Gary Stephens; grandchildren Shane Moore and Danielle, Cammie Turner and Jacob, Andrew Moore and Britney, Erin Mitchell and fiance’ Steele, Mitchell Griffith and Paige, Gabbie Griffith, Matt Mitchell, and Opal Olivia Moore; great-grandchildren Kylar Moore, Knoxx Moore, Gracie Griffith, Gus Turner, Henry Moore, and Curtis Griffith; Sisters Rita Wood, Martha Rose Abernathy, and Mary Martin; and numerous nieces and nephews. She is preceded in death by her parents, Florence Knox McCarty and George McCarty, her father and mother-in-law Opal and LR Mitchell, her brother, Robert McCarty, and her son-in-law, Mike Griffith. Visitation will be held Tuesday, November 24 from 6:00-8:00 at Midlothian Funeral Home. Services will be held at First Baptist Church on Wednesday, November 25, 2020, at 10:00 am, Midlothian followed by a graveside committal at the Midlothian Cemetery.