This memorial website was created in the memory of Patrick Greenan who was born in California on April 22, 1982, and passed away on August 21, 2001, at the age of 19. Patrick lived in Grass Valley, California. He will be remembered forever...
The Night Patrick Went Home To Be With The Lord
Nightmares and prayers High performance car The lure of false power Inexperienced driver...
You DON'T KNOW what is around the bend! Are you REALLY in control?!
"An exemplary young man - respectful..." ONE mistake leads to broken hearts scattered everywhere.
Rippling effects still shatter our world...
Patrick is one of the featured teens on the It Won't Happen To Me website. It is the mission and goal of It Won’t Happen to Me to educate teens and their parents of the reality of inexperience and unsafe driving habits. Please visit the website: http://www.itwonthappentome.org/teens.asp The teens are listed in alphabetical order.
Patrick is survived by: Fiancee - Gaia Powell Mother - Nancy Carman Brother - Corey Greenan Father & Stepmother - Kim & Mary Greenan Stepbrothers - Robbie & Brad Comrie Grandparents - Edward & Jane Carman Uncles & Aunts - Tom & Linda Carman, Ted Carman, Kelly & Ann Greenan Cousins - Jamey, Joanna, & Christopher Carman, Louis Carman, Sean & Daniel Greenan Second Cousin - Pat Lane
Lost be never forgotten, I'll always remember you / Daniel Greenan (Cousin)
Although I rarely saw Patrick, the few times I was with him made me miss him so much when I heard of the crash. He was such a funny and kind-hearted person. the last time I saw him was when he came to my ice hockey game in roseville. I still remember...
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Dear Nancy / Basil Greenan (Greenans in S/Africa )
Dear Nancy May God be with you and your Family. Your Son looks like a lovely Boy. My late Dad's name is also Patrick and my one brother. Keep strong.
Patrick / Lori Bond (Nancy's friend )
Life.... All of this is only a small part... You are up there shining down.... You are thought of and remembered dearly.
We love and miss you R.I.P Patrick Greenan / Kaetlyn Lientz (like a brother/close family friend )
.:Patrick Greenan:.April 22, 1982-August 21, 2001. "If tears could build a stairway, And memories a lane, We'd walk right up to heaven And be with you again." i was only six. i remember the day as if it was yesterday. when i first heard i w...
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Patrick's influence will live forever / Clarise Brady (friend of mom's )
I didn't get to meet Patrick, but feel like I know him through you, Nancy. What a marvelous young man he was. As that awesome young man, he influenced many and brought much joy, I'm sure. His memory will live forever.
Goodbye Letter to Patrick A few months after the Accident, I participated in a grief recovery class. One of the assignments was to write a goodbye letter - it was a very hard task to complete; I DIDN'T WANT TO SAY GOODBYE TO MY SON!!
Here is part of the letter that I wrote to Patrick:
...Oh, my honey, I'll miss seeing you grow in the Lord, grow in stature and wisdom.
I miss our conversations - you could ask me anything - and you came up with some doosies! I miss going grocery shopping and buying you your favorite treats. I miss sharing new music with you and watching you dance.
I'll miss your wedding and the birth of your children; I'll miss loving them and watching them grow. I'll miss being a part of your family. I would have been a wonderful and loving grandmother...
I will SO miss your presence everywhere I will turn, and so will Corey. He's basically an only child now, and that breaks my heart; his children will never know their wonderful uncle, and there will be no cousins on our side of the family... I'll miss watching the two of you together; our family pictures will never be complete!
I miss your friends coming over and watching you all clown around.
Your visible presence was very much missed at Songfest 2002 and 42nd Street, and will surely be missed at allof Corey's performances and Gaia's dances. We know, though, that you are watching and are with us in spirit. The shows will make you proud and will honor and acknowledge your life and your memory always!
I have to trust God now - trust that you're safe and happy in His care, and trust in His ultimate plan for our own good. I know you do and always have, so now it's my turn...otherwise, everything is senseless - I can't give in to that!
I cry alone Grateful you are not having to watch your mom's upsets You are so compassionate, you would cry along with me and for me
I will remember you when: I walk by the "topper ramen" in the store Egg Nog appears on the shelves each year I watch your brother perform I drive by an In 'n Out I see the wildflowers blooming in the spring-green fingers of the foothills I see a shamrock, a pound puppy, or Drew Carey
My memories of you are held tightly in my broken heart. I will cling to your spirit the way you used to cling to my hand as we trudged slowly up that "deep" hill.
I will remember you when I wake in the morning and when I lay me down to sleep.
And every day when I pray I will ask the Lord to send you my love.
I'm proud to have known you. I'm proud that you were mine for a time. I love you so much!
Aloha, my honey-- until we meet again......
Love always and forever (for real!), Mom
~March 17, 2002 Saint Patrick's Day
Love Letter to My Sons
About a year before the Accident, I started to write a poem describing the feelings I had about experiencing the hardship associated with watching my boys leave home and /or grow away. I didn't finish the poem until September 3, 2001, thirteen days after Patrick's Accident...
It is a LOVE LETTER TO MY SONS, but the original title was:
Empty Nest: What Next?
A sparkle in my eye when you come by A tear - when you say good bye.
The new puppies are fun but they don't fill the void.
The good-byes come too soon after hello.
The fleeting hugs and "I love you"s are treasured but I can't cradle you in my lap anymore. --------------------
And now, finally I can hold one of you again In my arms Hold you close to my broken heart Rocking you - back and forth Sobbing My belly shaking the urn that holds your ashes.