Patrick lived so many miles away and I never met him except through emails and a few phone calls .

I was friends with a lady named Betty who thought of Patrick as a son.  I didn't know Betty but was friends with her husband's brother Joe. ( I live in Michigan)  Betty was having trouble especially after losing her husband Harry.  Patrick came over each week and cheered her up, helped with anything he could.  

I asked Patrick to help me get Betty a Christmas gift and asked him to buy a pointsetta.  He said "Duh" whats a pointsetta.  Most young men aren't into flowers so sent him a picture and he bought her the biggest one he could find and had enough money that I sent to be able to buy a pint of their favorite drink.  Patrick said they both enjoyed a wee drink together and thanked me for being kind to Betty.  

Patrick kept me and Betty's out of town friends up to date with emails and little stories about what they were up to. 

He will be missed by Betty and all of us that aren't able to be there to celebrate his life.

May you fly with the angels Patrick!  You were one here on earth.