I grew up in the house next door to Mr. Pat, Mrs. Debbie and the family. They were like family to me and some of my fondest memories are from those years in the 90's. Mr. Pat never let me live down the time I "allegedly" told him my name was George the first time we met. From then on he would always greet me as such whenever I saw him. "Hi George!" he would say. The funniest thing about it is that to this day I can't actually remember telling him that. XD I would always ask him "Why on earth do you keep calling me George?" "Because that's what you told me your name was" Haha! Aside from all that silly stuff, Mr. Pat was a genuinely sincere person with a big heart, and I know there was a fatherly love that he had towards me. Even though I had not seen him in quite awhile, I would think of him often and will miss him dearly now that he's gone. Rest in Peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1-11

I have been given by God, many good memories of Pat as a very sincere and honest person of great faith in his Lord and that Pat was always a very honest  and sincere person in all things and with all people that he met in his life.  That was the great gift that God gave to Pat that Pat used and shared in his life with many people to Gods glory.  A great memory.