My friend, Dawn, lost her father today. I never met him and I have only really known her since Patrick died. She has been a good friend. One of the first things she told me, and I think she would be okay with me sharing this, is that Patrick was one of her work crushes! I had an immediate bond with her because he was my work crush too! And, I know that he was the kind of guy that people had crushes on. I was okay with this because I knew I had his heart. In the short time I have known Dawn I have come to realize that she was extremely close to her father and I know she must be in a lot of pain.
Dawn enjoyed Patrick’s sense of humor and we’ve enjoyed sharing stories of his antics from the other side of his life (home vs work). I am truly blessed to have met her. Today she told me she needed a Patrick funny so this is for her! It’s more than just a funny so you’ll have to read through it to get to that part! I enjoyed reading it again just now and I put it here to preserve the memory. I hope you will enjoy it too.
Letter from Dan Snider shortly after Patrick’s death (with Dan’s permission)
I heard about the tragic news. I am writing to you with a heavy heart. Laura and I are extremely saddened.
Since I heard on Wednesday afternoon, Laura and I have prayed for comfort for you and your daughters. Memories of Pat have been often in my mind in the last few days.
I would like to share with you some of my memories and what Pat meant to me in the decade that I was fortunate to have worked with him and got to know him. Danell, I know most people refer to Pat as Patrick but he told me I could call him Pat as this is how I knew him. I am not doing this at all to show any disrespect but because that is how I knew him and it seems natural for me.
The last time I saw Pat was at the Clovis Recreation Department approximately 2 years ago where he played floorball. I had just finished a practice session with my children’s basketball team and I saw Pat standing by the entrance as I was leaving. We talked for a few minutes catching up briefly on work and our families. It was nice to talk with him.
Two Saturday’s ago (April 9th), I took my daughter to shoot basketball at Clovis East around 7:00 PM. In the parking lot by the soccer and baseball field, my daughter sees this vehicle parked and says, “Dad, look at the van, now that is cool.” I believe the vehicle there that night was Pat’s as I know his VW van, as I used to see it parked at his outpatient clinic all the time over the last 11 years. I was about to go see if it was Pat but was running late and decided not to. I am disappointed that I did not. The Sunday of April 17th I was reading the sports page and saw your daughter Camille’s name in the paper as part of the Clovis East championship soccer team. Seeing her name brought memories back to me of Pat, you and your family. Then last Wednesday Olga shared with me the news of Pat.
As I believe you know, Pat and I went to the same physical therapy school and he was a year ahead of me. There was a student in Pat’s class that was older at the time named Dennis Fearing. Dennis decided that school was moving too fast while raising a family and ended up finishing in the class I graduated in. I became very good friends with Dennis. I helped Dennis with his studies at times during physical therapy school. He mentioned to me that there was this super smart guy in his class the year before. He told me this guy had a photographic memory and when a teacher asked a question this guy would give a speech like it was coming from a textbook and his name was Patrick teNyenhuis. Dennis was extremely impressed by Pat. As you may also know, I ended up working with Pat at the VA because I also received a scholarship from the VA and owed them time.
I greatly appreciated Pat and your kindness towards me when I began working at the VA. Coming to your house for several parties and Pat organizing my local bachelor party, I will never forget. I am grateful to you both for being at my wedding in Las Vegas. I also remember going to dinner with you and Pat, I believe in the Tower district and seeing Mission Impossible.
As I read an article in the paper recently about Pat and his joy of brewing, playing the banjo and floorball, it brought a smile to my face. I remember Pat playing his banjo at lunch time in this small office next to my desk at work. As I understand it, he became quite an accomplished banjo player. I remember when Pat began to play floorball and now I read that he was on a traveling team. I also remember how much Pat loved his beer. Another thing Pat loved that comes to my mind every time I think of him is his VW van. I remember when he purchased it and how happy he was and all the work he told me he put in it refurbishing it. That vehicle is a part of who he was. I remember when Pat shared the news of when you were pregnant with both of your children and the smile he had. Pat told me when you were pregnant with Sierra that “he slipped one past the goalie.” Pat’s dry sense of humor is something that I missed a lot when he left the VA.
After I graduated PT school and began working at the VA, I had to take a licensure exam. I took the licensure exam several months after beginning my work at the VA. I had to drive to Los Angeles to take it, no internet at the time. Pat knew I was nervous about finding out the results and at that time the results came 4-6 weeks later in the mail. Pat stated to me on several occasions that the easiest way to know you passed is if you receive a yellow envelope. He stated that people who failed received a white envelope. I am usually not that gullible but Pat sold it real well. The day I received my exam results and saw a white envelope, I was crushed until I actually opened the envelope and found out that Pat messed with me. Pat had shared priceless stories with me about his first year at the VA before I got there and his interaction with the physical therapist I replaced. They are not appropriate stories to share at this time, but I still bust up laughing when I think of them.
Although Pat had only one year experience more than me, I felt he was a mentor to me. Pat began the casting program at the VA and taught me how to do them. Since then I have taught many people. The thing I admired about Pat was his work ethic. He was always at work on time and worked his full shift without cutting corners. He never cheated the VA out of one minute of work. He had the highest integrity and was extremely ethical. Pat walked the talk so to speak. It was easy for me to want to work with someone like that. I have been around a lot of physical therapists over the years and there is no one better than Pat!
I will greatly miss Pat and I will never forget him. He was part of my work life for 12 years. I feel honored and privileged to have known him. Laura and I pray for you and your daughters. God bless you and your family.
I am so grateful to have stories like this to share and remember Patrick. By the way, he was Pat when I met him too and for the next 14 years. In 1999, or sometime shortly before, he decided that Patrick was a more grown up name and decided that he would be “Patrick in 2000”. At the time this really annoyed me but once Patrick was committed to something, it was pointless to resist. I changed to Patrick like everyone else and now it is how I remember him. Please feel free to share any other funny stories in the comments. Dawn could use the laugh today!
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