Birth date: Feb 11, 1947 Death date: Nov 8, 2025
Patricia Anne Sanders, 78, of Tampa passed away on November 8, 2025. She was born on February 11, 1947 in Indianapolis, Indiana, to the late Richard Francis Litsch and Norma Elaine (Lunsford) Litsch. Pat was a graduate of H.B. Pl Read Obituary
Pat was loved by many and so sweet. We will miss her but we know that she is in Heaven and we will see her again. Rest in peace my friend. Love you always, Diane
About our memories with Pat I can write a Roman. She was a blessing as a friend to me. She was so caring and giving me advices all the time. Recently in the rehab my idea was to make her laugh telling her that I am looking for a boyfriend in Home Depot. She was watching me very seriously and finally found the words: You will find a Moocher over there please open your eyes! I realized she didn't get my sense of humor and started laughing . She was treating me as her child. The way Johnny use to treat her. Pat was the most caring, honest and loyal person I ever know, I loved her to death. She had one bad habit- to be late. However for my Citizenship Ceremony she was 15min earlier. What a celebration we had. Thank you my friend for everything and sorry i couldn't be with you in your last days. We will be soon together again. My sympathy to the family.
Pat's life was the most fun of all of us three siblings. Fun for her, fun to watch and fun to share. She was a PROFESSIONAL photographer, meaning she was paid for her insights. One memory, actually a genuine treat, was accompanying her to document a Herman's Hermits show in Orlando. Derek (Lek) Leckenby played my guitar...the Harmony Acoustic that Bo Diddley had also played.
She was, indeed, a well-established equestrian. While riding in The Gasparilla Parade in 1969, she signaled me to jump onto the back of her horse, an American Albino. My girlfriend at the time thought this was SO COOL, it took her another three months to dump me...!
Most recently, Thursday, we introduced her to the newest member of our family, Lydia, my granddaughter. The video of that event has been played over 1,600 times. I am CERTAIN that the promoter in Pat is just delighted.
As Johnny Charro's close friend and personal manager for over 43 years, she demonstrated an indescribable, yet undeniable, love that transcends even her passing. No doubt, he is devastated by her loss. My God! 46 years! Through the good times and the bad, they complimented each other. I remember when The Johnny Charro Band was at the Desert Ranch on St. Pete Beach. When it burnt to the ground, they lost EVERYTHING! Everything, that is, except the strength to rebuild. A month later, they were live at The Ramada Inn on Bearss avenue. Pat was a two-time survivor of Cancer and Radical Surgery and Johnny was there, by her side, supporting her every second of her ordeal. The loyalty of such a friendship is eternal and not likely to diminish with time or death.
So long, Pat. You've created so many wonderful memories, we are not likely to stop thinking of you until we are together again.....Until then, Rest Peacefully. I love you, Pat.
You were so brave, my big sister. You always thought your doctors saved you from your cancer, all those years ago, but it was you all along. You never gave up. You were fierce and independent, and you never backed down from anything life threw your way. I know you are so happy now, you are with Mom and Dad, your brother and sister, and all of your animals who've been waiting for you just over the rainbow bridge. I love you and I will miss your beautiful smile so much. One last time I say, see you later alligator. And you say to me, in a while crocodile. ♥️
I met Pat as I called her at a Christmas party at Leslie's. When she found out that I watched Days of our lives, that's all she could talk about. How she met Bo in real life. Then we talked about her cars and my one cat. Last Christmas as she was having trouble feeding herself i helped her and she had second helping if the ham. When I next saw her I asked her did she remember me and she smiled and said yah your the lady who fed me. Will miss seeing you. Love Eileen
