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Strange question, I need help.

I just found out more details about Pat.

They wanted to do brain surgery but couldn't because his blood platelets were low. Come to find out he had leukemia and never knew it. He was fine Memorial day weekend, we were both laughing about having gained some weight but no indication at all.

Actual obituary <<<<< This describes a little about the guy Pat was.
 
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I thank you all! It's true that we are family and it has helped me immensely to share a bit about Pat and have a few laughs with you good people!
 
Sorry to hear. Give a yell if you need something. I’m just down the street.
 
Very sorry for your loss Jeff. I don’t have any tricks but I echo the others who have suggested letting it out at the service is an ok thing to do. Essentially “mourning” your loved one is the way to hold it together, in my opinion anyway. Before, during, after or all of the above is to be expected.

And if you want to talk to somebody who doesn’t know much about anything…just let me know. I’m always around somewhere.
 
Thanks again everyone!

I hope you guys will forgive me for blatantly using you:)

After much thought and reminiscing, I think I may understand why Pat's death has been so hard for me to grasp. I hope this will allow me to accept it, grieve, and move on ..... but never forget!

Pat and my son are the same age for one thing, and while I have a ton of friends who are much younger than I am, Pat was different. We are all a bunch of ball busters and we all take every opportunity to tease and have fun with each other, it's how you know you are accepted in our circle.

The other younger guys who I am close with, and were all part of the core group of friends, were always respectful of me and the other older guys .... but Pat was different. Pat would sit with me for hours and BS about anything and everything.

He would often text me to see if I was coming to camp for the weekend. If I was at my son's camp by myself, and would tell him I had a project to do and would be done at 3PM, he would walk in the door at 3:15, larger than life, with a cooler full of beer, sit down at the table, pull out two beers and say "how are you buddy?". He would often call me and ask advice about the well at camp, or building the deck. He was different!

I will miss him!
 
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