In Memoriam.ca - Always in our hearts

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Memorial candle

  • Maureen Coroliuc lit a candle on 03/08/2018:
    "Love you DAD! Thank you for being part of my life."

  • Angela McGeough lit a candle on 03/09/2018:
    "Thanks for everything - enjoy yourself - I will miss our weekly phone calls- love you "

  • Jeff Coroliuc lit a candle on 03/09/2018:
    ""When I first met Pat he was waiting at the gate with a baseball bat to the 28th avenue property when I was returning with his daughter from our first date. Maureen’s first response was “oh crap”, which had me wondering on the long(long) drive to the house. After a long chat with Pat about my intentions towards his daughter Maureen, we became good friends until I married his daughter and became his son in law. My last meeting was last Saturday when we went into town (Tsawwassen) for a shopping spree. Thanks for letting me marry your wonderful daughter Maureen and letting me be part of your family. It has been a real pleasure to know you""

About him

Francis Patrick McGeough

Francis Patrick McGeough

Born: July 8th, 1940

Passed on: March 7th, 2018

Patrick was a proud and loving father, grandfather, and great grandfather. An adventurer, a salesman, a seeker, a devoted student of 'A Course in Miracles', a lover of horses and dogs and land, a smooth talker, and a good listener with a keen interest in history. He took his coffee black with a side of cookies. He is survived by his five children (Dean, Angela, Maureen, Frank, and Ella Dawn) his seven grandchildren (Julie, Jonathan, Jenna-Lea, Heidi, Joshua, Justin, and Kristy) and six great grandchildren (Nolan, Walker, Natalie, Gregory, Levi, and Morgan) with 1 more on the way, his life-long friend Elsie, and his siblings Kay and Murray. In March 1974, he adapted Juan Ramón Jiménez' poem - El viaje definitivo (The Last Journey)... "The Definite Journey, my version with apologies to Jimenez" And I will leave. But the birds will stay singing - And our garden will stay, with the water well And the blue spruce singing; many afternoons The skies will be blue its white clouds dreaming And the people who loved me will pass away But my spirit will always wander nostalgic In the same recondite corner of our flowery garden - dad