Patrick Dancer was the hidden gem of my childhood. He was a boy who spoke his mind, who played by his rules, and who was unafraid to blaze his own trail. I was blessed to be able to tag along with Patrick on his adventures: from barreling down Laning Dr on bikes and attempting to jump the wake on wakeboards, to precariously messing with fireworks in the backyard. We were adventurers, dare devils, superheroes, and coconspirators. Most importantly, through all of that, we were brothers. I wouldn’t be the person I am today if I didn’t share my childhood with that boy. That boy who always brought me along for the ride. I’m forever grateful for the time we had together.
I love you, Patrick. Until we meet again, brother.