Patrick Joseph Kenny
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In Loving Memory Of Our Son Patrick "SHAMROCK" Joseph Kenny, III 1952 – 1983 |
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| It matters not how long a star shines, what is remembered is the brightness of the light. |
| Patrick graduated from Myrtle Beach High School in 1970, attended Mars Hill College from 1971 to 1974, then went on to graduate from Florida Atlantic University in 1976. Patrick was an employee of Sugar Mountain Development Corporation in Banner Elk, North Carolina, |
| Patrick’s favorite bible verse: "By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one for another" John 13:35(KJV) |
| From Mom: My son left home last fall, one day To go to a ski resort far away He loved his work and was happy there He made new friends who seemed to care. One day soon after, the telephone rang The voice on the other end literally sang "Mama, it is so wonderful up here I can look out my window and see the mountains so near". A few weeks later it rang again "Mama, I’m coming home to visit my kin". A game of golf was lined up to play by he, a brother-in-law and dad, on Thanksgiving Day. The family sat down to a bounteous fare Not knowing it would be the last time that he would be there Later on as he left us that night We watched until he was out of sight. It will always be a day to remember Not long after came that fateful December The Jeep hit an icy spot in the road Not very far from his abode. When they got to him he was barely alive but he lingered on for five days plus five. In this time we came to realize Just how good God is and how wise He gave us friends we didn’t know we had And taught us how to share the good and bad. We brought him home and laid him to rest In a beautiful spot called Hillcrest His friends came from far and wide It was a comfort to have them by our side. He is missed by his nieces and nephew, too For he played with them as uncles do They called him "Shamrock" he liked that name Our lives will never be the same. To his sisters there will never be another That can take the place of their wonderful brother As for dad and me – we miss him too But we keep plugging along as he would want us to do. The days are lonely and the nights are drear But through my heartache and tears I can hear – loud and clear: "Mama – it is so beautiful up here!" Aisley Kenny |
July 10th, 2009 at 12:59 pm
Your poem is beautiful. We lost Kevin, our only son, on Nov. 23, 1983 as a result of suicide. He was only 13, an 8th grader. He had accepted Jesus a couple months earlier. If only I would have known his excitement at that time. I came to know about Jesus and the excitement of being saved as a result of his death. His 39th birthday will be 7-15-1970.
I know he is telling me the same thing, “Mama–it is beautiful up here!”
I do not have the beautiful memories you shared in your poem. His life was in turmoil most of the time. He was labeled a trouble maker in early grade school, well, you know they generally live up to a label.