‘To know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded’ Emerson
Pat passed away Friday, January 11, 2013. He enriched the lives of many people, influenced by his unconditional love. He was a gracious host and had deep respect for people and nature. He spent much of his life in nature, fishing, hunting and sharing his knowledge of the outdoors with countless others. He would teach you if you wanted to learn. He loved his, ‘Hatt house’ Friday night parties, barbequing and sharing a whisky with friends. The whole family will miss his bear hugs and his infectious laugh while sitting around the campfire he so loved. He will always be known for his love of Labrador Retrievers and children, his campfire coat pockets, filled with dog biscuits on one side and Tic Tacs on the other. We will miss his voice, his steel blue eyes, his sense of humor and his favorite sayings, “close enough”, “it is what it is”, and affectionately to his sons, “who’s your daddy” and to Jill, “Momma Bear”. Many fond memories were made on his Bamfield fishing trips, northern hunting excursions and Las Vegas vacations. He was the best friend anyone could ever have. “Keep your friends warm”, that is just what he did, always offering a coat, a hug and a, “love ya”. We will forever picture him standing on the front porch waving goodbye, just as he always did. The campfire coats will hang in the closet forever and the campfire will still burn…in memory of you.
So…raise your glasses… “Hold each other close, laugh often and hard, tell stories, and cast a rod… to Pat, Cheers!”
Pat leaves behind Jill, Jes, Darrin, Ma, Judy, Roger, Sherk and countless friends and family (you know who you are and you know how much he loved you). Thank you to Pat’s amazing care team, including his doctors, oncologist, nurses and all of Hospice’s staff and volunteers. We are so grateful for your support. As per Pat’s request, there will be no service. In lieu of flowers, the family asks for donations to please be made to Hospice House.
The sun has set and in the twilight, the final traces of light dance across the water…. there is the silhouette of a beautiful man, casting his rod…