Quick-witted and always thinkin’ of others, up until his very last breath. “Aye.” Father Doherty smiled, wiping a bittersweet tear from his eye. With his eyes closed and his breathing shallow, Pat whispered to me, ‘Father, tell the folks back home … that I pissed in all their wells, so they won’t be too broken up about my passing.’ ” He was in and out of consciousness, but he did manage to say a few words there at the end. There, I blessed him and read him a few passages from the good book.
“The nurses at the hospital had called to inform me that his time was near, so I went to his bedside.
“It was my humble honor to be there, by Pat’s side, when he passed,” Father Doherty continued, reclaiming my attention.
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