It's always very difficult to put into words what a person meant to you, especially when they meant a lot to you. This is surely the case with my beloved Uncle Pat. He meant so much to me. I loved being named after him. I never got tired of hearing the story of my dad - who tragically died when I was 4 years old - calling him and saying to Uncle Pat, "Well, we got a boy here. What should I name him?", to which Uncle Pat answered, "What do you think of Patrick? I think it's worked well for me!". I would usually remind him that could've been a little bit self-promoting, to which he responded with a well-placed smirk, "You think?". And we would have a good laugh every time. We famously argued who was the "real" Patrick H. Verfurth, and we did so regularly. We would sign off, whether with email or on the phone, "The Real Deal", meaning "The Real Patrick H. Verfurth. I would also tell him he was lucky to be able to use my license and credit cards any time he wished, since we shared the same name. Then I teased that he could use my license if he needed to look younger, or need to buy alcohol (I told him people his age soon wouldn't be allowed to buy it - too dangerous for society). And of course, I would tease him about his middle name, Herman. Mine is Henry, named after my grandfather - his dad - and I would tell him that I got the better deal on that one, for sure. He usually said he disagreed, but a few times he said I might have a point - of course with a grin on his face.
Uncle Pat was pure class. He was full of dignity, and treated others with respect. He went out of his way to do so. I realize it was indicative of the Greatest Generation, but he excelled at it, and it was a great example to me. He would give people his full attention; you would never feel like he was disengaged, or tolerating your conversation. This is why people would feel comfortable so quickly when they met him. He would put them at ease, and build rapport so quickly, and they had a new friend before they knew it.
Then comes the humor. It was constant. He loved to laugh, and make others laugh. This is common with the Verfurths. This gave me a license to excel at this family characteristic, especially when it came to interacting with Uncle Pat. It was one of my favorite things to do: I loved laughing with him, and teasing him. And boy, could he dish it out! Sometimes I couldn't keep up! Just like I do, he would love to say shocking things to see what response he would get. He would say, "Patrick, are you still doing that crazy _______________ (hobby, or position at work)? And then wait for my response. It was so funny. I loved his stories. All the funny stories of him traveling around the world, living carefree when he was younger. I would tell him he was wild and crazy, and he would quickly quip: "Well Patrick, is there another way to be? I married Marti didn't I?" That is just a small example of shocking humor that I had the privilege to enjoy all growing up. Just when you thought he was going to be mellow and be predicable, he'd zing you with a good one. I absolutely loved it, and loved him for it. You definitely had to stay on your toes with him. So thankful for the joy he brought to so many who knew him.
Growing up without a father was difficult. It had a lot of challenges for sure. But one of the things it does in you, is make you focus even more than usual on what makes a father so good. I paid attention to good fathers all growing up - even without being conscious of it. I paid attention to my Uncle Pat - very closely. I watched how he treated his girls. I watched and saw the precision with which he showed them love and care. I saw how he looked at them, and how his eyes were locked on them, and how he gave attention to detail in how he aimed to bless them. He modeled what a good father should look like. I needed that. I needed it so deeply, more than I even knew - but God did. God provided many good examples to me - especially after I became a Christian at the age of 20 - but I did have a few growing up, and Uncle Pat was one of the main ones. What he didn't realize, was he could be a great example from a distance, since I didn't get to see him a whole lot. Just talking on the phone was a gift to me. Hearing him ask questions of my life, and taking an interest in me, meant so much to me. When I did see him, I took full advantage of my time with him. Then it was my turn to ask the questions. One time while visiting in Utah, he took me fishing in his black VW Bug (I told him he had a "hot" car, but not for the reasons he thought!). The entire time we drove to where we would soon cast our poles, I asked him questions. One after another, he would patiently listen and answer, then finally he said, "Patrick, you sure do ask a lot of questions!". I took that as an encouragement to ask more! But that's who he was to me. He was a source of information, and someone I trusted, whom I knew would tell me the truth - even if I didn't want to hear it! He was always there for me when I needed him. There are so many times he (and my Aunt Marti) would be there for me. Even in my darkest hour, when my mom had her heart attack and was unconscious in the hospital, when I suddenly had a medical condition from the stress, he and my aunt were there to take me to the hospital (and likely paid for the visit). He was always there for me, and was such a great example.
I also admired his health regimen. Getting up for years and years - super early - to swim miles in the pool always amazed me - and doing it for decades! I grew up knowing he had already gone more miles in the pool than I would be riding in a car on the way to school. It was so impressive. I would think, "What am I doing? I'm in 6th grade doing nothing and he's the Man from Atlantis!". I even asked him once if he had webbed feet like him, and he said, "I just might, but you can't look!". Then I started calling him Aquaman, and asked him if fish listened to his commands. He said, "Why would they Patrick, no one else does!". I kept thinking he would stop doing it and get tired of it. Eventually he did take a break, but probably 3 decades after I thought he would! He had tremendous stamina, was in good shape for so long. What's my excuse? :) Well, I'm not Patrick Herman Verfurth, but Patrick Henry Verfurth, that's why.
Which leads me to the last thing I want to say: We teased each other constantly on who was "The Real Deal", but I knew all along who it was. It was HIM. It was ALWAYS him! He was the "The Real Deal"! In every way. He was the standard for me, without a doubt. I aimed to be like him all growing up, and into adulthood. He was the genuine article. I am in tears right now thinking of what he meant to me, and how God used him in my life. What an absolute, precious gift to me he was! I will miss him so much. He was in many ways, the father I never had. I am so proud to be named after that man. God put an exponent above our time together, whether on the phone, through email, or in person. Only God can do that. I know his family is probably shocked at the impact of his life on me. But that's how God works. He multiplies good influences in our lives because He loves us so much. I will never forget my dear uncle. His person, life, character, and influence, has been indelibly imprinted within my heart. And for that, I am unspeakably thankful. He was, and always will be, The REAL DEAL.
God made sure of it.