STORIES ABOUT DENNIS

Thanks Pat for the great times on and off the golf course. Our international foresome Pat, Kerstin , Cora & Karen golf group was some of the best times l had in New Jersey . You left a imprint on everyone you met . It's hard to believe your gone. RIP Pat ....Karen Britt ⛳💕💕

I miss Pat so very much. She was my mother-in-law, my friend and the best grandmother to our little Addison. I hope she knew how much I loved and appreciated her and how much I love her son. She made me feel welcomed and apart of the family from the moment I met her. She was always supportive and

Pat and Bob enjoying playing hosts to us on a tour of NYC and area Pat braving the temperature (or the lack thereof ❄️) to watch her nieces and nephew ski at Mansfield Ski Club. A trooper! A great dinner that night with Pat and Bob and some their Queen's alumni. Cape Coral, where Pat and Bob cre

What great memories….our 4some in Westfield! Pat, Karen, Cora and Kerstin made it together for several years! Pat was a great friend, golfer and always stayed positive! Later we got to know Bob too and had a lot of very nice outings, parties and get togethers!

I always remember your mom as being our bus driver to the bowling tournamenta and also the camp we went to up in Ithaca, NY. She was always very encouraging and supportive of our bowling and always there rooting us on. I was always jealous of how cool she was about being supportive like that.

My Mom loved playing possum when it came time to play card or board games. She would spend the whole game telling us how she didn't understand the rules or what anyone was doing. Eventually, she would reveal she manipulated us all and would win the game.

Bob and Pat became an item during our time at Queen's University. By fourth year in1972, it was apparent that theirs was a lasting relationship. Little did we know how long that would be and that it would come to an end 50+ years later with Pat's death. Since university, I am pleased to have k

When I think back to my childhood in Westfield, sometimes I remember my friend's parents almost as much as I do my old friends. Mrs. Bridgeman (because I could NEVER call her Pat, even as an adult) was one of those parents. I spent countless hours hanging out with Scott playing video games, manhunt,