King, Patrick
June 08, 2011Patrick was the much loved son of Gary and the late Barbara, and he will be sadly missed by his loving family, sisters Fiona and Aoife, step-mother Rita, grandmother Kathleen, brother-in-law Jason, nieces and nephews Elana, Brandon, Rachel and Ben, aunts, uncles, cousins, extended family and his many friends.
His removal took place last Wednesday evening to St Mochonog's Church, Kilmacanogue where it was met by a huge crowd who turned out to pay their respects.
His great friend "Bishy" and team mates from St Fergals AFC carried the coffin across the bridgeg where former team mates at Glencomac United took over. At the roundabout, team mates from Kilmacanogue GAA club took over the honour before members of Patrick's family took him home.
The Funeral Mass took place on Thursday morning where once again, huge crowds attended followed by interment in the adjoining cemetery where he was laid to rest with his late mother Barbara.
When it comes to remembering Patrick, where does one start? A great character, loyal friend, a person who showed so much kindness and gave so much time to children reflected in the lovely tribute Saoirse King wrote for Paddy's funeral mass and a man loved by us all.
He worked at various jobs and never liked to be idle. He started as a Barman in the Glencormac Inn, worked in Jim Doyles also and Bank of Ireland Bray for periods before he became an electrician. When that got quiet, it was back to the Porterhouse Back Bar where he worked until recently. He also helped his Dad Gary out when things were quiet.
A character was mentioned above and he certainly was. Stories of all them early holidays of the "Six Amigos" (Stuie, Trev, Ste, Liam and Shane) spring to mind.
Some of the lads even lived together with Patrick for a period above the Last Stop Shop when it was closed to make way for the new roundabout. You would call to the door and "The Bang" would hit you straight away as keeping that flat clean and tidy was not a priority for the boys.
When Liam went to Thailand, Paddy followed him out for a few weeks. When Liam enquired did he have his shots before he came out, Paddy's reply was "Sure I had about 7 or 8 of them at the airport before I left Dublin."
Then there was those famous Kick Outs from Paddy when he was between the posts. When asked why don't you call a name when your kicking it, Paddy's reply "Sure I don't even know where its going myself."
Or, after letting in maybe 5 or 6 goals, Paddy would jokingly say "Sure that's what the net is for behind me, stopping the ball when I can't get to it."
Everyone has a story to tell of our Patsy I think. I am certainly not qualified to speak of the tragic events that happened last Monday week at the pitch. But as a cousin and a person who had the honour to call him my friend. I and many others are wondering could we have done. In reality, no one could have done more and it is best summed up by Fr Ben Mulligan's summary of his life of 31 years at his funeral mass.
Patrick lost his mother at the tender age of 8 and we all know, he never got over that. As Fr Ben said: "He suffered his pain as long as he could until he could take no more.' That is the thought I have with me forever, He could take his pain no more and now he is in a better place.
Whether you knew him as Patrick, Patsy, Kinger or the self named Pat The Cat, we will always remember our dear friend with the love and affection he gave us. Rest in Peace Patrick Frederick King.
- Courtesy of The Wicklow People 8th June Tweet
