Oh, Pat, you will be dearly missed. The thing I will remember most about you is your big heart. You would give your shirt off your back if someone was in need. You had a way of seeing people, their pain, and being there for them when they were down. You always wanted everyone to get along and be together.
You had a gift and love of music unlike any other. It truly was your God-given talent and you never ceased to amaze me how easy it was for you to create and express yourself through music. Watching you play the piano was one of the greatest gifts I will have from you.
You also loved good food and loved talking food and trying new things with me. The best memory I have was you coming over to my small-ish apartment in Gig Harbor, just the two of us, for Thanksgiving. I made a ham with a mango-glaze, and apparently you didn't like mango, but I didn't know that. Instead of telling me that, you just went along with it, and ate it, and then could not stop talking about how amazing it was. And the sweet-potato rolls. Sharing food with you was always fun, you appreciated my nerdiness and love of food, and I'm so grateful for that!
You always struggled with knowing how amazing you were. You had so many people in your life that loved you and will deeply miss you. You touched a lot of people with your whit, your humor, your love. Trenton loved you and always laughed so much when ever he saw you or talked to you.
I love you big brother. I'll miss you, but will always have the memories we shared. Until we see you again in Heaven.
One of many funny stories that we have discussed over the years, Bob and Patrick always had a "thing" when Pat was young. They would go into a store and then emerge at the door. Bob would always say "race you to the car" because he always wanted Pat to feel he could do anything like normal kids. On one particular day, they raced through the parking lot, and Bob got to our car, jumped in and to his amazement, Pat wasn't there. Pat usually beat him to the car - or Bob somehow managed to let him beat him to the car. Apparently, Pat went flying through the parking lot as usual, opened the door and jumped into the passenger seat of a car that wasn't ours!!! There happened to be an older man sitting in the driver's seat and according to Pat, who told the story for years with great glee, he almost gave him a heart attack. The poor guy just about screamed and jumped so high Pat said he thought his head would go through the roof. Pat ALWAYS slammed the door shut during this exercise so I'm sure the poor guy probably about wet his pants thinking he was shot on top of it. Pat mumbled "I'm sorry" about 15 times and exited the car. By this time, Bob had figured out what happened and came to apologize to the man for the near-death experience and to get his son. They laughed all the way home about it and for years to come...Do you remember the time you jumped into the wrong car?