Unfortunately, I hadn't seen Pat in years, leaving my brain foggy. But reading his life's story brought to mind so many things that I'd forgotten - it left me smiling as the memories surfaced again. The author(s) did a fantastic job, taking me back to happier times.
In the 80's I spent so many comfortable hours with the Mylrea's, mostly over wine or dinner, that I almost felt adopted. You could talk to Pat about nearly anything, and he'd be happy to share his opinion, or give advice if it were needed. I especially recall BBQ's in the backyard, with Pat at the grill. Those were good times. And yes, the garage was his castle.
He truly loved cars. My last visit with him, I recall he made sure Norma's car was cleaned and waxed. Most guys would be looking for the beer and chips, and a chair to relax in - instead he went out to check the oil, windshield fluid, and make sure it was polished to a T. I ask you, who else does that?
Pat never helped repair a car for me, or a lawn mower, but as I look around my basement and see the collection of screws, nuts and bolts, I'm left wondering if I somehow absorbed that from him? I know my husband didn't collect them all.
But he did truly help rescue me once, and he did it by driving the car, allowing Norma to finish sewing the bridesmade dresses for my wedding. Give credit where it's due, he was part of the "A" team that got the dresses picked up from my derelict seamstress and delivered just in time to Canmore, for the big event. Amen to angels on earth.
His children and grandchildren have been lovingly brave for years. It was a long good bye, but still too short.
To all of Pat's family, our heartfelt sympathy. Diana Sheprak, and Alan Kane
