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David Greenberg posted a condolence
I was saddened to hear of Pat's passing. I fondly remember the hours we spent together during our student years at OCPM. Unfortunately, we did not see much of each other as we moved to Ottawa and went our separate ways. But, we did connect when I came to London and at conferences and we were both happy to see each other and get caught up. He was a great guy, a skilled podiatrist and will be fondly remembered I am sorry for your loss
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Lynn and Ralph Oliver posted a condolence
We were so sorry to hear of Pats passing. We always enjoyed Pat and Darlene's company in many hockey arenas . He will be sadly missed.
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Jack, Suzanne, Meredith and John Witucki posted a condolence
To the Family Brown, Our family mourns with yours for a special husband, dad and friend. We vacationed with Pat Brown and you, his family at Camp Mary Anne over the course of 16 years. Our kids grew up together on the docks, in Pike Bay, in the boathouse, in the gazebo (first stop for Meredith and Beth) and on the islands; they were indeed Peter Pan weeks together for all of us! While the moms and kids set up the cabins, Dads Pat and Jack would climb into the barn rafters to retrieve Pat's home-made minnow trap and the BBQ grill. Together they oversaw campfires and the annual all-camp chicken BBQ's on the jetty. Always a twinkle in his eye and a wry smile at the ready, Pat saw fun in every experience. A past master, he schooled Jack in the fine art of daily power naps. His re-telling of his Artic canoe adventures at those nightly campfires under the blanket of Canadian starlight challenged the kids to take risks. Hallowed were those special times when the Northern Lights would punctuate his tales. In the magic firelight on the jetty, the moms assembled the s'mores while the dads revealed life adventures unknown to the kids. They would listen quietly while adults talked about ideas and feelings. So many stories and so much laughter; we all hold those nights in our hearts. Meredith's first remark when she learned about Pat: through tears: "That damn watch!" We can all still see – in our minds' eye – Pat slipping off that watch, handing it to Darlene and, grinning while executing a perfect side-long dive into the black waters off the side of the jetty. This, after Suzanne had popped off that she'd "go in after you, Pat!" Moms Darlene and Suzanne headed up raspberry-picking at the Dunes, scheduled the annual forays to the quarry to find THE rock which would travel home to Michigan and London stowed on the floor of those overloaded station wagons, SUV's, vans and, of course, Pat's Chevy Blazer. One memorable summer afternoon they planned the come-as-your-favorite-storybook-character party to celebrate the newlyweds. Loons welcomed early morning fishing trips into the far-away lake bays – who can forget Pat, the original "Mr. Catch-and-Release" sliding those huge bass over the side while Jack untangled the hairball that was his fishing line? "How's this one, Jack?" Early on, Pat established his primacy as huntsman, fisherman, all-round sportsman: the eminence gris of all things outside. We remember him quietly whipping his fly rod off the end of the dock after dinner, his chocolate lab at his side or skittering after a tennis ball during those matches with Ed or turning those brightly colored thing-a-ma-bobs into flies under the magnifying glass. How disappointed we all were when those drawn-out efforts to buy "The Point" didn't end in success! What fun we all could have had there! Thank you all for sharing so many moments – and Pat – with us. Love to you all! Suzanne, Jack, Meredith and John Witucki
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Jack, Suzanne, Meredith and John Witucki posted a condolence
To the Family Brown, Our family mourns with yours for a special husband, dad and friend. We vacationed with Pat Brown and you, his family at Camp Mary Anne over the course of 16 years. Our kids grew up together on the docks, in Pike Bay, in the boathouse, in the gazebo (first stop for Meredith and Beth) and on the islands; they were indeed Peter Pan weeks together for all of us! While the moms and kids set up the cabins, Dads Pat and Jack would climb into the barn rafters to retrieve Pat's home-made minnow trap and the BBQ grill. Together they oversaw campfires and the annual all-camp chicken BBQ's on the jetty. Always a twinkle in his eye and a wry smile at the ready, Pat saw fun in every experience. A past master, he schooled Jack in the fine art of daily power naps. His re-telling of his Artic canoe adventures at those nightly campfires under the blanket of Canadian starlight challenged the kids to take risks. Hallowed were those special times when the Northern Lights would punctuate his tales. In the magic firelight on the jetty, the moms assembled the s'mores while the dads revealed life adventures unknown to the kids. They would listen quietly while adults talked about ideas and feelings. So many stories and so much laughter; we all hold those nights in our hearts. Meredith's first remark when she learned about Pat: through tears: "That damn watch!" We can all still see – in our minds' eye – Pat slipping off that watch, handing it to Darlene and, grinning while executing a perfect side-long dive into the black waters off the side of the jetty. This, after Suzanne had popped off that she'd "go in after you, Pat!" Moms Darlene and Suzanne headed up raspberry-picking at the Dunes, scheduled the annual forays to the quarry to find THE rock which would travel home to Michigan and London stowed on the floor of those overloaded station wagons, SUV's, vans and, of course, Pat's Chevy Blazer. One memorable summer afternoon they planned the come-as-your-favorite-storybook-character party to celebrate the newlyweds. Loons welcomed early morning fishing trips into the far-away lake bays – who can forget Pat, the original "Mr. Catch-and-Release" sliding those huge bass over the side while Jack untangled the hairball that was his fishing line? "How's this one, Jack?" Early on, Pat established his primacy as huntsman, fisherman, all-round sportsman: the eminence gris of all things outside. We remember him quietly whipping his fly rod off the end of the dock after dinner, his chocolate lab at his side or skittering after a tennis ball during those matches with Ed or turning those brightly colored thing-a-ma-bobs into flies under the magnifying glass. How disappointed we all were when those drawn-out efforts to buy "The Point" didn't end in success! What fun we all could have had there! Thank you all for sharing so many moments – and Pat – with us. Love to you all! Suzanne, Jack, Meredith and John Witucki
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Jack, Suzanne, Meredith and John Witucki posted a condolence
To the Family Brown, Our family mourns with yours for a special husband, dad and friend. We vacationed with Pat Brown and you, his family at Camp Mary Anne over the course of 16 years. Our kids grew up together on the docks, in Pike Bay, in the boathouse, in the gazebo (first stop for Meredith and Beth) and on the islands; they were indeed Peter Pan weeks together for all of us! While the moms and kids set up the cabins, Dads Pat and Jack would climb into the barn rafters to retrieve Pat's home-made minnow trap and the BBQ grill. Together they oversaw campfires and the annual all-camp chicken BBQ's on the jetty. Always a twinkle in his eye and a wry smile at the ready, Pat saw fun in every experience. A past master, he schooled Jack in the fine art of daily power naps. His re-telling of his Artic canoe adventures at those nightly campfires under the blanket of Canadian starlight challenged the kids to take risks. Hallowed were those special times when the Northern Lights would punctuate his tales. In the magic firelight on the jetty, the moms assembled the s'mores while the dads revealed life adventures unknown to the kids. They would listen quietly while adults talked about ideas and feelings. So many stories and so much laughter; we all hold those nights in our hearts. Meredith's first remark when she learned about Pat: through tears: "That damn watch!" We can all still see – in our minds' eye – Pat slipping off that watch, handing it to Darlene and, grinning while executing a perfect side-long dive into the black waters off the side of the jetty. This, after Suzanne had popped off that she'd "go in after you, Pat!" Moms Darlene and Suzanne headed up raspberry-picking at the Dunes, scheduled the annual forays to the quarry to find THE rock which would travel home to Michigan and London stowed on the floor of those overloaded station wagons, SUV's, vans and, of course, Pat's Chevy Blazer. One memorable summer afternoon they planned the come-as-your-favorite-storybook-character party to celebrate the newlyweds. Loons welcomed early morning fishing trips into the far-away lake bays – who can forget Pat, the original "Mr. Catch-and-Release" sliding those huge bass over the side while Jack untangled the hairball that was his fishing line? "How's this one, Jack?" Early on, Pat established his primacy as huntsman, fisherman, all-round sportsman: the eminence gris of all things outside. We remember him quietly whipping his fly rod off the end of the dock after dinner, his chocolate lab at his side or skittering after a tennis ball during those matches with Ed or turning those brightly colored thing-a-ma-bobs into flies under the magnifying glass. How disappointed we all were when those drawn-out efforts to buy "The Point" didn't end in success! What fun we all could have had there! Thank you all for sharing so many moments – and Pat – with us. Love to you all! Suzanne, Jack, Meredith and John Witucki
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Jack, Suzanne, Meredith and John Witucki posted a condolence
To the Family Brown, Our family mourns with yours for a special husband, dad and friend. We vacationed with Pat Brown and you, his family at Camp Mary Anne over the course of 16 years. Our kids grew up together on the docks, in Pike Bay, in the boathouse, in the gazebo (first stop for Meredith and Beth) and on the islands; they were indeed Peter Pan weeks together for all of us! While the moms and kids set up the cabins, Dads Pat and Jack would climb into the barn rafters to retrieve Pat's home-made minnow trap and the BBQ grill. Together they oversaw campfires and the annual all-camp chicken BBQ's on the jetty. Always a twinkle in his eye and a wry smile at the ready, Pat saw fun in every experience. A past master, he schooled Jack in the fine art of daily power naps. His re-telling of his Artic canoe adventures at those nightly campfires under the blanket of Canadian starlight challenged the kids to take risks. Hallowed were those special times when the Northern Lights would punctuate his tales. In the magic firelight on the jetty, the moms assembled the s'mores while the dads revealed life adventures unknown to the kids. They would listen quietly while adults talked about ideas and feelings. So many stories and so much laughter; we all hold those nights in our hearts. Meredith's first remark when she learned about Pat: through tears: "That damn watch!" We can all still see – in our minds' eye – Pat slipping off that watch, handing it to Darlene and, grinning while executing a perfect side-long dive into the black waters off the side of the jetty. This, after Suzanne had popped off that she'd "go in after you, Pat!" Moms Darlene and Suzanne headed up raspberry-picking at the Dunes, scheduled the annual forays to the quarry to find THE rock which would travel home to Michigan and London stowed on the floor of those overloaded station wagons, SUV's, vans and, of course, Pat's Chevy Blazer. One memorable summer afternoon they planned the come-as-your-favorite-storybook-character party to celebrate the newlyweds. Loons welcomed early morning fishing trips into the far-away lake bays – who can forget Pat, the original "Mr. Catch-and-Release" sliding those huge bass over the side while Jack untangled the hairball that was his fishing line? "How's this one, Jack?" Early on, Pat established his primacy as huntsman, fisherman, all-round sportsman: the eminence gris of all things outside. We remember him quietly whipping his fly rod off the end of the dock after dinner, his chocolate lab at his side or skittering after a tennis ball during those matches with Ed or turning those brightly colored thing-a-ma-bobs into flies under the magnifying glass. How disappointed we all were when those drawn-out efforts to buy "The Point" didn't end in success! What fun we all could have had there! Thank you all for sharing so many moments – and Pat – with us. Love to you all! Suzanne, Jack, Meredith and John Witucki
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Jack, Suzanne, Meredith and John Witucki posted a condolence
To the Family Brown, Our family mourns with yours for a special husband, dad and friend. We vacationed with Pat Brown and you, his family at Camp Mary Anne over the course of 16 years. Our kids grew up together on the docks, in Pike Bay, in the boathouse, in the gazebo (first stop for Meredith and Beth) and on the islands; they were indeed Peter Pan weeks together for all of us! While the moms and kids set up the cabins, Dads Pat and Jack would climb into the barn rafters to retrieve Pat's home-made minnow trap and the BBQ grill. Together they oversaw campfires and the annual all-camp chicken BBQ's on the jetty. Always a twinkle in his eye and a wry smile at the ready, Pat saw fun in every experience. A past master, he schooled Jack in the fine art of daily power naps. His re-telling of his Artic canoe adventures at those nightly campfires under the blanket of Canadian starlight challenged the kids to take risks. Hallowed were those special times when the Northern Lights would punctuate his tales. In the magic firelight on the jetty, the moms assembled the s'mores while the dads revealed life adventures unknown to the kids. They would listen quietly while adults talked about ideas and feelings. So many stories and so much laughter; we all hold those nights in our hearts. Meredith's first remark when she learned about Pat: through tears: "That damn watch!" We can all still see – in our minds' eye – Pat slipping off that watch, handing it to Darlene and, grinning while executing a perfect side-long dive into the black waters off the side of the jetty. This, after Suzanne had popped off that she'd "go in after you, Pat!" Moms Darlene and Suzanne headed up raspberry-picking at the Dunes, scheduled the annual forays to the quarry to find THE rock which would travel home to Michigan and London stowed on the floor of those overloaded station wagons, SUV's, vans and, of course, Pat's Chevy Blazer. One memorable summer afternoon they planned the come-as-your-favorite-storybook-character party to celebrate the newlyweds. Loons welcomed early morning fishing trips into the far-away lake bays – who can forget Pat, the original "Mr. Catch-and-Release" sliding those huge bass over the side while Jack untangled the hairball that was his fishing line? "How's this one, Jack?" Early on, Pat established his primacy as huntsman, fisherman, all-round sportsman: the eminence gris of all things outside. We remember him quietly whipping his fly rod off the end of the dock after dinner, his chocolate lab at his side or skittering after a tennis ball during those matches with Ed or turning those brightly colored thing-a-ma-bobs into flies under the magnifying glass. How disappointed we all were when those drawn-out efforts to buy "The Point" didn't end in success! What fun we all could have had there! Thank you all for sharing so many moments – and Pat – with us. Love to you all! Suzanne, Jack, Meredith and John Witucki
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The Witucki Family posted a condolence
To the Family Brown, Our family mourns with yours for a special husband, dad and friend. We vacationed with Pat Brown and you, his family at Camp Mary Anne over the course of 16 years. Our kids grew up together on the docks, in Pike Bay, in the boathouse, in the gazebo (first stop for Meredith and Beth) and on the islands; they were indeed Peter Pan weeks together for all of us! While the moms and kids set up the cabins, Dads Pat and Jack would climb into the barn rafters to retrieve Pat's home-made minnow trap and the BBQ grill. Together they oversaw campfires and the annual all-camp chicken BBQ's on the jetty. Always a twinkle in his eye and a wry smile at the ready, Pat saw fun in every experience. A past master, he schooled Jack in the fine art of daily power naps. His re-telling of his Artic canoe adventures at those nightly campfires under the blanket of Canadian starlight challenged the kids to take risks. Hallowed were those special times when the Northern Lights would punctuate his tales. In the magic firelight on the jetty, the moms assembled the s'mores while the dads revealed life adventures unknown to the kids. They would listen quietly while adults talked about ideas and feelings. So many stories and so much laughter; we all hold those nights in our hearts. Meredith's first remark when she learned about Pat: through tears: "That damn watch!" We can all still see – in our minds' eye – Pat slipping off that watch, handing it to Darlene and, grinning while executing a perfect side-long dive into the black waters off the side of the jetty. This, after Suzanne had popped off that she'd "go in after you, Pat!" Moms Darlene and Suzanne headed up raspberry-picking at the Dunes, scheduled the annual forays to the quarry to find THE rock which would travel home to Michigan and London stowed on the floor of those overloaded station wagons, SUV's, vans and, of course, Pat's Chevy Blazer. One memorable summer afternoon they planned the come-as-your-favorite-storybook-character party to celebrate the newlyweds. Loons welcomed early morning fishing trips into the far-away lake bays – who can forget Pat, the original "Mr. Catch-and-Release" sliding those huge bass over the side while Jack untangled the hairball that was his fishing line? "How's this one, Jack?" Early on, Pat established his primacy as huntsman, fisherman, all-round sportsman: the eminence gris of all things outside. We remember him quietly whipping his fly rod off the end of the dock after dinner, his chocolate lab at his side or skittering after a tennis ball during those matches with Ed or turning those brightly colored thing-a-ma-bobs into flies under the magnifying glass. How disappointed we all were when those drawn-out efforts to buy "The Point" didn't end in success! What fun we all could have had there! Thank you all for sharing so many moments – and Pat – with us. Love to you all! Suzanne, Jack, Meredith and John Witucki
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Rick Graham posted a condolence
We are sad for your loss and are praying for all of you. Our thoughts and Prayers are with the entire family during this time. From his son's extended family here at the Lealman Fire District, we wish you the very best in Pat's memories and we honor his family and friends. God Bless you guys and we all hope that you can feel our love and prayers. It says a lot about a man who has such a caring and loving family that took a life-time to create. May peace and joy that surpasses all understanding be with you all. God Bless, Rick Graham Fire Chief Lealman Fire District
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Ron & Linda Greason & Family posted a condolence
Ron & Linda Greason & Family made a donation to Parkwood Palliative Care (5 East)
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