Dad got us a little speaker with a remote that made a variety of farting noises when we were kids. We would hide it in the host stand at the restaurant and sit in the booth right behind the stand, and press the button whenever a new customer would come in. This would ensue in us cracking up and the hostess looking around in horror. The best gag ever that never got old. He could have taken it away to not scare away customers, but instead he participated in the joke. He could never resist a good laugh, even at the expense of business. Recently, Jenny gave me the old speaker and remote. I brought it on the plane back home with me. Imagine my surprise and shock when it activated on the plane, causing the people in the rows in front of and behind me to look around in shock. I know he was having the best laugh about that.

On this, the occasion of Patrick's 69th birthday, I recall a road trip we took to Sacramento from the Bay Area in Pat's Volkswagen "bug" to visit our mutual friend, Mark Farrell. I believe Pat's "audio system" was an eight track tape deck and we played the Allman Brothers "Eat a Peach" tape over and over, the music blaring through some squeaky speakers, making it a challenge to hear each other talk. We spent a great day with Mark in Sacto and that day is a memory that I have cherished through the years.  

Pat was my friend since high school. We had numerous memorable adventures together as teenagers and even held jobs at the same location for a period of time. Pat and I often talked about our respective dreams and aspirations for the future. We both eventually graduated from college (Pat from SDSU, me from UNLV and McGeorge School of Law), and went on to start exciting careers and families. Pat played a role in encouraging me to finish college and I shared that fact with him more than once. After graduation, we lost touch for a period of years. In the late 80's, we reconnected and had the chance to do many things together over the following years, including a high school reunion cruise to Mexico, golf outings and attending Padres baseball games. Pat often spoke with pride of his wonderful children and it was obvious to me that he loved them dearly. Pat always made friends with ease and he was one of the most humble, amiable, and compassionate people I have ever known. I always admired his innate ability to deal with, and overcome, adversity and his quiet determination to succeed was very inspirational to me. He had a large circle of friends in life and he will be missed by all, including myself. To his family, I offer my deepest condolences. It was my privilege to know Pat and to call him my friend.    Sincerely, Pat's friend, Wayne R. Nippe.

Thank you Anthony for donating your time and efforts to put this together. 

He was our dear friend & next door neighbor. Our youngest son, Dylan became fast friends with his sons Trevin & Tanner. Pat coached the T-Ball games that the kids played on. He was also the driving force behind our neighborhood Softball team which he aptly named the(e) Walden Wackers. We went from the last place team to the first place team because of Pat’s coaching. With our team players like Pat, Deena, Tom, Chris, Scott, & Kim, we were almost always the 1st place team in the league. We all had a lot of fun playing softball while the kids played in the nearby playground. We went to concerts @ the Q, Wine Tasting, & had lots of neighborhood parties. Pat was the caterer for a couple of our milestone birthdays. One lesson learned after a concert was to never serve subpar hot chocolate to Pat because he will spit it out twice! Pat: Thank you for all the memories that we shared. We will never forget you!! Love, John & Tere

Pat moved in 2 doors away, when he joined the Martin Family. I believe Pat was 15 and I was 13. We became instant friends.  He was like a big brother and always looked out for me. Pat was always funny and kind and loved to play practical jokes. We stayed friends over the years. In 1980 my Brother Carl and I visited and stayed with Pat, it was a fun visit. Pat and I were able to get together in 2012 for a visit.  My memories of Pat will always make me smile - my prayers to all of his friends and family

Pat and I met when he was still a student at State. We became best buddies...we taught dance together, performed dance shows all over San Diego County and were just best friends for a while!  Hi, Deena!
Pat was my favorite dance partner..He was a great dancer, dance teacher and so much fun....we laughed so much teaching dance and dancing together..once he gave me a black eye when somehow his elbow collided with my eye..we laughed about it for days.
Yes, laughter and fun...that's what my memories of Pat will always be. I am sorry we lost touch. I know he adored his kids. I watched him grow his career and businesses.
I have added a two photo collage...a photo of Pat dancing with one of our dear friends at her wedding, and a photo of Pat at my house back then...when I had given him a gift, which obviously has some joke to it...check out his laughter.
May the laughter he created, and all the loving memories created with him, bring comfort.
Sincere sympathies.
Liz Lebron

Patrick was our brother-in-law, and one of the newest additions to the extended Liszewski family. We first met Patrick when Jenny brought him up to Pennsylvania for our youngest daughter Kierstan's wedding. Patrick jumped right in to help out, lending both his muscle and his catering expertise to the effort. In the short time we had to get to know Patrick, we came to realize that what we had witnessed was typical of Patrick's character. He truly was someone who "never met a stranger." In every interaction after that, we could see the joy he brought to Jenny's life. He will truly be missed.

The Zimmerman Family

Our family got to know Patrick mostly through our times together at Keuka Lake (the location of their wedding) as a lot of our family lives on the East Coast. As a large family, we are always trying to feed the troops on our yearly visit to the lake. We warmed to Patrick immediately and loved seeing Jenny so happy with him- like teenagers in love! But most importantly, as a caterer, he didn't even bat an eye at making quesadillas and Carne Asada for 30! Needless to say, we welcomed him with open arms!
We all loved being around Patrick as he was just easy to be around. Yes, he was good at dropping the spicy joke at times, and when he was explaining why he and Jenny had perfect tans, he joked that he and Jenny sunbathed unclothed by their pool. I figured he was joking and teasing like usual. Only to find out it was true!! 
Lets just say we will miss him and his sense of humor so much.

It was probably 10-15 years ago, I was visiting my brother Pat in San Diego. We decided to go tee it up at one of the local golf courses. I was riding with a friend of Pat's that I had never met before. 
About mid-way through the round, Pat's friend said Pat told him that he (Pat) was a natural athlete.  I thanked Pat's friend for this very valuable information and ammunition to be used in the future.  And I used it relentlessly over the years, telling Pat, "should be easy for you as a natural athlete!" 
Good stuff!

This is a note my husband, Mark Farrell wrote for Pat and all those he left behind way too early in life.

There are many funny stories Pat and I shared when we were kids that I could talk about but I prefer sharing what Pat taught me about life.

No matter the problem or situation, Pat faced them head on. He never made excuses. He never gave up. He never quit. He always found the answer or solution to the problem at hand.

So, you ask, what did Pat teach me? He taught me there is ALWAYS an answer. Sometimes, you just have to look a little harder to find it and walking away solves nothing.

Till we meet again my friend. You will always be in my memories.