Patricia Joan Frost

Patricia Joan (Tucker) Frost
Patty Frost, age 95, a resident of Chillicothe, Missouri, passed away on Monday, April 29, 2024 at Morningside Center, Chillicothe, Missouri. She was born the daughter of J.W. and Mamie Agnes (Duer) Tucker on May 12, 1928 in Macon, Missouri.
Patty’s family moved to Hannibal, Missouri, where Patricia spent the majority of her school years. She attended Carrollton High School during her junior year, then moved to Chillicothe where she graduated from Chillicothe High School in 1946. She was united in marriage to Kenneth Ray Frost on October 5, 1947 in Chillicothe, Missouri. He preceded her in death on June 21, 1983.
She is survived by one son, Randall Jay Frost of Los Angeles, California; one granddaughter, Monica Renee Weaver and husband, Marshall of Lee’s Summit, Missouri; three great grandsons; and one daughter-in-law, Marilou Frost. She was preceded in death by her parents; husband, Kenneth; two sons, David Ray Frost, and Robert Wade Frost; brother, Jerry Jay Tucker, and infant sister, Priscilla Sue Tucker.
Acting upon her instruction, there will be cremation and a private scattering of ashes. Patty desires her friends and loved ones to remember the happy times they shared. There should be NO formal goodbye. Only remember the good times we shared, the happy times, the sad times, and the sentimental ones. Patty thanks you for sharing that life with her. Now – Look at that beautiful sky!
Memorial contributions may be made to Children’s Mercy Hospital in Kansas City, Missouri, and/or The American Heart Association and may be left at or mailed to Lindley Funeral Home, P.O. Box 47, Chillicothe, Missouri. Online condolences may be made at www.lindleyfuneralhome.com .
Arrangements are under the direction of Lindley Funeral Home, Chillicothe, Missouri.


I am now free ---------------------
Free to visit God’s world,
Ride on the softest breeze or –
Give that storm a whirl!

I’ve loved the elements,
The strong – the soft,
A splash of rain,
Lightning aloft.

I’ll now dance with the wind,
Visit a robin’s nest,
Race by the highest peaks,
Then come back home to rest.

If you should feel
A wintry sting,
Or puff of breeze
In a distant Spring,
THINK OF ME

I have brushed your cheek.
My Spirit has flown free to roam,
‘Til God’s sweet command,
Calls my ashes “home”.

Thank you God for allowing me the
wonderful gift of life.