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Until Our Next Rendezvous....




Pat,

I'm at a loss for words.  Your passing is difficult for me to process.  It is painful.  But I know that the pain I feel pales in comparison to that which Anna & Tommy feel, not to mention the pain you endured so gracefully over the past year.  You, brother, were and are an inspiration!  You always have been!

I miss you, brother, and I look forward to the day we rendezvous together in the loving arms of Christ.  Until then, keep your arm loose because we will definitely toss the baseball around...  NKAWTG!  Nobody!!!   

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