Sunday, May 2, 2021
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I have so many memories as a kid with Mr. Fitzpatrick most of which took place at his house. From riding dirt bikes, three wheelers, snowmobiling, or just hanging out, he always made sure I was comfortable and felt like I was at home. One memory in particular that I remember, Chad and I were riding three wheelers around the barn outback behind the house. Looking back, we must have rode around that barn hundreds of times, creating deep ruts in the driveway. instead of getting mad Mr. Fitzpatrick laughed about it and told me every time he drove over the deep ruts he thought of me. He was such a kind hearted easy-going man. The years of hockey tournaments have given me endless memories, too many to remember. Thanksgiving dinners in hotel rooms, team parties and traveling long-distances to name a few. He and my dad spent many hours watching us on the ice. Memories that will last a lifetime. I am so thankful we were able to reconnect years later at the “old nats” tournament. He will be missed but I am so thankful to have known him and for all of the memories.
