Pat, Pat, Pat, You are, have been, and always will be such an incredibly integral member of our family and our history. We remember the first time we saw you and Peggy standing outside your brand new home in Boyette Springs. We stopped to introduce ourselves because you looked to be about the same age as Travis. We would be moving in just down the street from you a few weeks later. That was June 1988. Little did we know at the time what a powerful, lasting, and loving impact that "skinny, freckle-faced, red-headed boy" would have on all our lives. All the joy and love we shared during countless birthday parties, pool parties, baseball games, block parties, sleep-overs, and endless other events, will be forever in our hearts and memories. Those "endless other events," however, don't even include the years of daily - hour after hour - time that you and Travis spent together playing and hanging out. Or all the time that all the Boyette Springs boys (you, Travis, Little Kevin, Andy K., Brian K., the Johnsons, Danny D. and a host of other boys) spent building forts in the woods, playing street hockey, playing basketball, playing Nintendo, swimming, and just being young boys. There isn't enough space here to recount everything you did and every way you touched us. Whether it was in the neighborhood, at Mary Help, at Bloomingdale Little League, or where ever, you were always with us.
We watched you grow into a fine man: respectful, kind, considerate of others, and always willing to selflessly help us all. Words cannot express the sorrow - the grief - the disbelief that you are gone. But I promise . . . for everyone who knew you, and most especially for the West family, your kind soul and tender spirit are imbedded in our hearts and will stay with us forever. We love you, Pat. The Wests