One of my earliest memories: I was in my parents’ bedroom in our house in Illinois during the daytime and I said to them, “Patrick is my brother” … except, me being only a few years old, I may have mispronounced it as “brudder” or “butter”.

Patrick and I were only 1 and a half years apart, so he was there since my earliest memories, intertwined with my childhood, and so with my life. As kids, we played together, created together (whether that be drawings, stories, home videos, music). We talked about everything from funny animals to the universe. Fast forward, when we had become adults, we were generally separated by the sea, but I still shared a bond with my brothers, Patrick and William, that we had since childhood.

Pat was a talented artist, musician, and fiction writer who enjoyed rap and electronic music, among other genres. In his prime years, he was a comedian who made people laugh just by being himself. A nice, loving person and a pleasure to be around.

In our grief, my family and I take consolation in the thought that he is now at peace.

I would like to think that if there is a multiverse, Pat is still with us in a parallel universe somewhere, and things are all good. Perhaps this other universe is called Heaven.

Rest in Peace, Pat. You will always be my brother.

Update 11/5/2025: updated to tribute version spoken at ceremony. For the original text, see the Facebook post.