Patrick was the first person to talk with me when we moved to Posen and I started school at St. Stanislaus in September of 1957. During my first week at St. Stan’s, Pat offered me a ride home on his bike. I accepted and that gesture was the beginning of what was to become a great friendship. Through the years, and many trials and tribulations, Pat remained my closest friend. In addition, our families were also able to take advantage of our friendship through our socializing. Pat was Godfather to my daughter Jennifer. We were fortunate to be able to have our paths cross at various times in life both at work and play. Pat was born 22 September 1945 and passed on 19 January 1995. He is deeply missed.
Dennis Makaryk
Patrick was the first person to talk with me when we moved to Posen and I started school at St. Stanislaus in September of 1957. During my first week at St. Stan’s, Pat offered me a ride home on his bike. I accepted and that gesture was the beginning of what was to become a great friendship. Through the years, and many trials and tribulations, Pat remained my closest friend. In addition, our families were also able to take advantage of our friendship through our socializing. Pat was Godfather to my daughter Jennifer. We were fortunate to be able to have our paths cross at various times in life both at work and play. Pat was born 22 September 1945 and passed on 19 January 1995. He is deeply missed.