I will always remember Patrick as the spiky haired boy with an quirky sense of humor, sharp mind, and eclectic taste in music that I met Freshman year of high school. Over the years, his personality remained wonderfully the same (well, he got a little more feisty after a few drinks). Even though I wasn’t present when Patrick made friends with everyone in a Wyoming bar, or when he unveiled the word ‘itch’ in his hair, or his explanation of why he decided to wear the opposite outfit for the high school tennis photos; when I read through these stories on this website, I could imagine it.
It‘s beautiful to see we all have these unique memories of the same Patrick. He was always authentically himself, a truly admirable and rare quality. Patrick, I’ll miss you.
Thank you Gudrun, Frankie, and Kenny for being so loving and supportive. You are amazing people. My sincerest condolences.