Birth date: Dec 28, 1959 Death date: Feb 4, 2020
Patrick Andrew O'Connell was Born to Frederick and Peggy O'Connell in England, December 28,1959. His Sunset came on February 4th 2020 surrounded by his family. The youngest of 3 brothers - Michael, Russell and Patrick. Pat and h Read Obituary
Only took us half a lifetime but we found each other !
Dad,
Yesterday marked six years since you left, and I need you to know that every year feels different. This year… this year I was angry.
Angry that you left.
Angry that you aren’t here.
Angry that I still need my dad and you’re gone.
I’m angry that you didn’t get the chance to properly meet your daughter — that life separated you, that circumstances stole time you both deserved. I’m angry that you never got to really know her or see the beautiful family she’s built. Angry that you aren’t here to see your great-grandson growing, laughing, becoming himself. Angry that all these moments are happening without you here to witness them.
I’m angry because none of this was fair. Because you missed so much. Because we all did.
Your grandbabies miss you, Papa Tattoo. There’s an emptiness where you should be, and it’s felt every day.
But I also want you to know this I am so proud to be your daughter. I carry you with me every day, and sometimes I catch myself smiling because I see you in places you never got the chance to stand. You would laugh if you could see Erika, because she has so many of your traits — the same fire, the same stubborn streak, the same way of being fully herself. It’s impossible not to recognize you in her, and , in me too.
I miss you in ways that don’t soften with time. Some days the grief is quiet. Other days it’s loud and heavy and raw. I didn’t ask to live this life without you, and some days I’m still angry that I have to.
But I am so proud to be your daughter. That will never change. Not with time. Not with distance. Not even with loss.
I love you, Dad. Always.
Dear Dad,
Living without you is harder than I can ever put into words. Every day, I feel the weight of parenting without my own parent by my side—every decision, every worry, every joy is touched by the ache of your absence. I wish more than anything I could hear your voice, your laugh, feel your guidance, and just have you here to share these moments with me.
We found Erika, Dad—and she is perfect. My heart breaks that you weren’t here to witness this reunion, to hug her, to celebrate her. I promise I will never lose her again, and I will love her with every bit of me, just as you would have.
Chase… he feels almost MIA in my life, and it makes me realize even more how much I wish you were here to help guide us, to remind us of what matters.
Becoming a grandma has changed everything. Watching your grandson grow, I see so much of you in him—the way he smiles, the little things he does—it brings both joy and a bittersweet longing, because it reminds me of everything I miss and everything you would have loved.
I hope somehow you can see us, Dad, and feel the love that surrounds us. I carry you with me in everything I do, in every laugh, every tear, every triumph, and every quiet moment of reflection. I miss you more than I can say, and I wish you were here to share all of this life with me.
Forever your daughter.
P.S. Tell Russ I miss him more than life could ever imagine, and I know he needed to be with you wherever you guys are. My heart will forever have a gapping hole where you both stay.
I miss you dad so much, would you believe I have a grandson, oh how I wish you was here with me..... I hope you know I am Proud to be your daughter....
I loved walking into the house and always seeing him smile. He always had a joke or two. I sure will miss you "dad" and seeing that smile as I walk into heathers.
I'll forever miss you Dad!
I'll forever him you dad!
