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IN MEMORY OF PATRICK

January 4, 2012

           On December 21, 2011 my son Patrick died of complications related to a rare degenerative muscle disease that was untreatable. He was only 36 years old. Many of you who are reading this were aware of Patrick’s epic struggle with this disease and supported him with your prayers. However, few knew who Patrick really was.

           

          He was a brilliant young man with an IQ that was off the charts and that sometimes caused him problems. He didn’t fit in with his fellow students in high school and the teachers had trouble dealing with someone who could read an entire textbook in a few days and often got bored in class as a result. He actually dropped out of high school at one point and then got his GED, but decided to go back to high school and get his diploma because he didn’t want to leave anything unfinished.

            Patrick was an Eagle Scout and was very proud of that fact. He was also a member of the elite scout honor society, the Order of the Arrow. He loved the outdoors and spent several summers as a camp counselor teaching young people about the beauty of nature. At the same time he was a black belt in karate and an accomplished kick boxer.

            Patrick always wanted to help other people so he decided to go to nursing school and was determined to pay his own way by starting several small and successful businesses. He was also a patriot and joined the Louisiana Army National Guard and became a combat medic. When he graduated from nursing school he became a traveling nurse working in one of the most challenging and stressful areas of medicine, Emergency room care. However, Patrick felt that this was where he could do the most good.

            In 2004 while he was working in Connecticut he volunteered to go to Iraq as a combat medic to join his older brother Sean who was a combat engineer officer. However, since he was a registered nurse the army decided to commission him as an officer and send him overseas as a nurse. Unfortunately, he failed his physical because of an irregular heart beat that was ironically the first indication of the emerging health problems. He received an honorable discharge from the military, but I learned just a few years ago that he felt guilty because he had not been able to serve his country overseas as his brothers Sean and Tim had done.

            Yet, Patrick soon found another way to serve his fellow Americans. In August of 2005 he and his wife had moved back to our home town, Baton Rouge, Louisiana, which is just 60 miles north of New Orleans. When Hurricane Katrina roared through New Orleans and caused massive devastation and loss of life, many of the refugees and injured ended up in Baton Rouge. The hospitals were soon overwhelmed so many of the injured and homeless were housed on the Louisiana State University campus.

            Pat was working his regular eight hour shift at the hospital and then going on from there directly to the LSU campus where he worked another eight to ten hours a day as a volunteer nurse. This went on for weeks and I later learned that he and his wife Sarah gave away virtually all of their clothes to the people of New Orleans who had lost everything. For a long time Patrick had nothing to wear but his nursing scrubs.

            In 2006 my wife Kay, who was Patrick’s stepmother, was diagnosed with terminal kidney cancer. Patrick and Sarah came to visit us in Dallas and wanted to know where Kay would like to go on a trip. Kay decided on Disney World where we had spent so many wonderful times with our six children. Pat and Sarah gave us $1,000 to get things started and then our other children, our many friends, and my fellow veterans jumped in to help raise enough money to give us a remarkable final trip together.

            Shortly after Kay died in June 2008 Patrick made a special trip to stay with me for three days in Dallas. We cried together over our loss and then he went on his way to continue his ER nursing career. I knew he was having health problems, but it was not until early 2011 that it was determined that he had a terminal illness. Patrick continued to fight the disease and to work doing what he loved, helping others as an ER nurse. We talked often and I marveled at his courage. Then, about six months ago all communications between Patrick and I ceased.

            He stopped talking to me. He wouldn’t respond to my emails or telephone messages. Then, I learned that he had died while in California, still working as an ER nurse. He had continued to work despite being in severe pain. I then heard from Pat’s sister, my oldest daughter that he had talked to her and told her that he knew I had watched my wife die and he didn’t want to put me through that again so he was determined to go it alone. In the midst of all his suffering Pat was still watching out for those he loved.

            So, who was Patrick Connelly? He was brilliant man, an athlete, an Eagle Scout, a dedicated nurse, a patriot, and a soldier; yet most of all he was my son and I am grateful that for 36 years God allowed me to have this remarkable individual in my life. Our country needs more men like him. I miss you Patrick and I love you.

Michael Connelly

mrobertc@hotmail.com

www.michaelconnelly.jigsy.com

www.constitution.jigsy.com

Michael,
My deepest condolences on the loss of your son, Patrick. He is a saint and is with God and he is God's soldier. I lost my daughter, Susie, when she was just 16, and I know Susie, my Angel, will be so thrilled to see him as she had such a grandeur spirit about her and I too, am thankful for 16 years.
My condolences for the loss of your wife. Thank you so much for sharing his beautiful life.
Betty Lanphere

May God grant you peace and hold you in the palm of his hand. Patrick and your wife sound like exceptional people. Thank you for sharing.

Beautiful. Thank you for sharing. Hugs and prayers.

Dear Michael,

My sincere condolences for you and other close family members. It sounds like Patrick is the proverbial “chip off the old block” in that you too are serving others and concerned about matters of the welfare of all people of this Nation.

I am a psychiatrist and I have had more than 400 people, over the last 42 years, who were helped enormously by the "programmed dream" -- which took away the grief over loss of a loved one. Usually it is more like a visit. A similar approach works exceptionally well with very young children.

The programming for adults is:

Decide:

I will have a dream about Patrick. The dream will not be upsetting, and the dream itself will resolve all upset feelings.

Decide:

I will awaken at the very end of the dream, remember it, and write it down.

With very young children I tell them “You can visit Daddy [or Mommy] any night you want, during sleep. Tonight she is going to visit you and take away all your upset feelings.”

Recently, two young children, who lost their mother a number of months ago, have been communicating with her every night and sometimes during the day, and there is no sign of grief. In fact they are very happy and never argue or fight with one another. At Thanksgiving Dinner, twelve family members sat around the table and each began to tell what they were most thankful for. When it was the little girl’s turn, she said “Mommy!” The little boy was next and he said: “Mommy!” It was dead silence for several minutes as everyone was left speechless. Only the father knew why the children were most thankful for Mommy.

Older children can use the programmed dream as outlined above. If you and other family members try the programmed dream, the results will be well worth the effort.

Warm regards,

Clancy McKenzie

My prayers are with you. Both Pat and your wife sound like they were wonderful people.

What a beautiful memorial for Patrick. Brought tears to my eyes.

Words cannot express how sorry I am for your loss. No one can ever know the grief and sadness of losing a child, at any age. I am so sorry you've had to go through something so devastating.

May God bless you and your family, and Michael in his heavenly home awaiting one day for his family to meet him.

Again, I'm so sorry. No words can help with the pain.

May God be with all of you and give you strength to endure such a traumatic loss.

Mike, I am so very sorry to hear of Patrick's death. I cannot imagine the sorrow and grief associated with losing a child. My thoughts and prayers are with you, as always. I know that he, Kay, and my mom (Shirley) are probably having a good old time together right now.

Michael, I am so very sorry for your loss of both wife and son. The tribute you wrote is beautiful and I know your son sees it and loves you for it. The dreams that Clancy wrote about in the above message also helps me to deal with those I love who have gone before me, I see my Dad and sometimes my Grandmother in my dreams and talk to them. Sometimes they give me a warning about the future...sometimes they tell me of wonderful things coming, like a new grand-daughter before even the mother knew! So, you will see your son again, a love once formed is never lost. Take care, and know that many are praying for your peace in your loss.
I thank you and your family for all you do in the service of us all in America, you inspire the rest of us to know that there are many who care and are trying to restore this country. There most definately is a God, Jesus is real and it will take all of us and all of our prayers to protect this nation. With all of the dangers we are currently facing only the power of God can defeat these evils, expose it and overcome it.
God bless you and keep you safe,
Judy

Michael, Thank You for your courage and straingth. The "wonder" is WHY, something we may never know in this life. It seems we all feel the wonder every day as we do what we do and YES we do wish we had more people like yuo and your family.

Gob Bless
Dave

Thanks for sharing your heart for your son. What a beautiful testimony and I pray for your heart here, Mike.

Thank you.

Mike, THis is a beautiful memoriam of Patrick. I wish I had gotten the chance to meet him. I could tell immediately looking at him, that he was a Connelly. I am keeping you in my prayers always. And I know Pat is watching you from above. Love you my dear cousin.

Dear Sir,

Thank you for your memoir about the exemplary life of your son.

And thank you for writing about the moving service of your dad and his fellow mortar-men in WW II.

Your words are a freely given treasury of hope and courage, much needed in our country today.

May you and all who mourn your wife and son be comforted and may God bless and keep you and your good works.

I'm sure it was as much an honor to Patrick to have you as a father Michael, as it was for you to have him as a son.

Godspeed Patrick.

I knew Patrick. His passing is still a shock to me. Patrick was exactly the man his father wrote about. He had the most gracious spirit about him. He touched the hearts of everybody he met. Patrick was an awesome person to know and be around. I will miss him dearly. Patrick, give Pugsley a love for me!
Michael I am so sorry for this loss. The son you raised was a great man. Those of us that knew him best have you to thank for his greatness. I sent you an email.
My thoughts are with you and your family.

I am sure you have a zealous fan stalking out there.



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