Grandpa died this afternoon. He was 90 years, 6 days old. He and my grandma, Ruth, were married for 63 years, had two children, 5 grandchildren and six great-grandchildren, and counting.

This picture was taken this past August, when we gathered as a family to celebrate his 90th birthday by BBQ’ing, making homemade ice cream, drinking Alaskan Amber, racing the golf cart around the garden and telling stories. It was a wonderful time.

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I’m Pat

Passionate about the common good, human flourishing, lifelong learning, being a good ancestor.

Things I do: Engineering leadership; Grad Instructor in spirituality, creativity, digital personhood, pilgrimage.

Powerlifter, mountain biker, Gonzaga basketball fan, reader, urban sketcher, hiker.