Mass of Christian Burial For the life of Patricia Maria McLean Sunrise: March 24, 1958 – Sunset: June 6, 2023 St. Richard of Chichester Roman Catholic Church 126 Red Hills Road, Kingston 19 Saturday, July 1, 2023 at 10:00 am Celebrant: Fr. Walter Dorsey Concelebrant: Rev. Mr. Lloyd Saunders Cantors: Ms. Brittany Hart & Mr. Nicholas Clarke Pianist: Mr. Jerome Tulloch Drummer: Mr. Rahman Adams Private Inurnment at a later date Donations in aid of the Bustamante Hospital for Children (Paediatric Cancer Fund) & The Wortley Home for Girls
Order of Mass Enter into Jerusalem, let us go to God’s house, With the healthy and the sick, With the worker and the weak; Let us go to God’s house. Enter into Jerusalem, let us go to God’s house, Come and run with the wind, With the God who reigns in peace; Let us go to God’s house. Chorus: We go celebrate, we go celebrate, We go celebrate, O Israel! Praise the name of the Lord on high, Praise his name in song! Praise the Lord, with a heav’nly song, With a heav’nly song, with a heav’nly song, Praise the Lord! Enter into Jerusalem, mek we walk-a-down there, With the young and the old, With the little and the large; Mek we walk-a-down there. Enter into Jerusalem, mek we walk-a-down there, Swaying to the breeze, With the God who reigns in peace; Mek we walk-a-down there. ENTRANCE HYMN “Enter Into Jerusalem” Nadia Nivens Jarrett (daughter) Misha Carey-Blake (Director, Broadbent Jamaica Ltd) Reginald Hewitt (President, Optimist International - Manor Park) Nicholas Clarke - Musical Tribute REMEMBRANCE Alicia Turner (family friend) Tributes
Greeting Priest: The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God and the communion of the Holy Spirit be with you all. People: And with your spirit. Priest: Praise be God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and the God of all consolation. He comforts us in all our afflictions and thus enables us to comfort those who are in trouble with the same consolation we have received from Him. People: Blessed be God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. Priest: I bless the ashes of Patricia with holy water that recalls her baptism of which St. Paul writes: All of us who were baptised into Christ Jesus were baptised into His death. By baptism into His death we were buried together with Him, so that just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, we too might live a new life. For if we have been united with Him by likeness to His death, so shall we be united with Him by likeness to His resurrection. (A white pall in remembrance of the baptismal garment is placed by the urn.) Priest: On the day of her baptism Patricia put on Christ. On the day of Christ’s coming may she be clothed in glory. People: Amen. ENTRANCE HYMN Cont’d: Enter into Jerusalem, let us go to God’s house, With yuh papa and yuh mama, With yuh uncle and yuh aunt; Let us go to God’s house. Enter into Jerusalem, let us go to God’s house, Run and catch the breeze, With the God who reigns in peace; Let us go to God’s house.
Ceremony of The Paschal Candle Priest: Behold the light of Christ. People: Thanks be to God. Priest: As long as the day lasts I must carry out the work of the One who sent me, the night will soon be here when no one can work. People: As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world, I am the light of the world. Priest: I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in me, though he dies, yet shall he live, and whoever lives and believes in me shall never die. Do you believe this? People: Yes, we believe that Jesus is the anointed One, the Son of God, He who is to come into the world. Priest: Our life is hidden now with Christ in God. When Christ our life appears, then we shall appear with Him in glory. People: If we have died with Christ, we believe that we are also to live with Him. Priest: He who raised up the Lord will raise up Patricia and us along with Jesus and place us in His presence. People: Both in life and in death we are the Lord’s. All: We know that Christ, once raised from the dead, will never die again, death has no power over Him. We know also that our own death is the beginning of our participation in the victory of Christ. We believe that God is faithful to His covenant and He will give us the fullness of life on the last day.
Priest: Let us pray: Almighty God and Father, you raised your Son, Jesus Christ, from the dead so that we who believe Him to be the light of the world may with Him be brought to the fullness of life in His resurrection. Grant, we ask you, that our sister Patricia who has left this world might merit Your forgiveness for the sins she has committed and inherit eternal life. We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ, Your Son, who lives and reigns with You and the Holy Spirit, one God for ever and ever. People: Amen. FIRST READING: Ecclesiastes 3: 1-11 Rexona Christie (sister) RESPONSORIAL PSALM: “The Lord’s My Shepherd” (Happy Wanderer) The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want, He makes me down to lie, In pastures green He leadeth me, The quiet waters by. Refrain: He lives, He lives, He lives, I know that my Redeemer lives! He lives, He lives, He lives within my heart! My soul He doth restore again, And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, Even for His own Name’s sake. Yea, thou I walk in death’s dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill; For thou art with me and thy rod And staff me comfort still. My table thou hast furnished, In presence of my foes, My head thou dost with oil anoint, And my cup overflows. Goodness and mercy all my life, Shall surely follow me; And in God’s house for evermore My dwelling place shall be.
SECOND READING: Matthew 5: 1-12 Jovi, Justin & Jayla Jarrett (grandchildren) ALLELUIA: Alleluia, Alleluia Praise ye the Lord GOSPEL HOMILY UNIVERSAL PRAYER Rev. Mr. Lloyd Saunders RESPONSE: “Lord, graciously hear us” Liturgy of th e Eucharist PREPARATION OF GIFTS “Days of Elijah” These are the days of Elijah, Declaring the word of the Lord: And these are the days of Your servant Moses, Righteousness being restored. And though these are days of great trial, Of famine and darkness and sword, Still, we are the voice in the desert crying ‘Prepare ye the way of the Lord!’ Chorus Behold He comes, riding on the clouds Shining like the sun, at the trumpet call! Lift your voice, it’s the year of jubilee And out of Zion’s hill salvation comes! These are the days of Ezekiel, The dry bones becoming as flesh. And these are the days of Your servant David, Rebuilding a temple of praise. These are the days of the harvest, The fields are as white in Your world! And we are the labourers in Your vineyard, Declaring the word of the Lord! Chorus x2
Refrain: Father, bless this offering of bread to give life, Bless this cup of salvation evermore. Alleluia, come and bless this sacrament, It’s the sign that Jesus is the Christ, Messiah, the sign mankind free. As we stand around the altar, Father bless this offering; One with Christ we are united, One with Him in offering. We are now about to glory, In the cross of Jesus Christ; Give the priest and people blessings, We share in the sacrifice. PRESENTATION OF GIFTS “Father Bless this Offering” HOSANNA EUCHARISTIC ACCLAMATION AMEN THE LORD’S PRAYER LAMB OF GOD COMMUNION HYMN “Blessed Be the Name of the Lord” Blessed be the name of the Lord Blessed be the name of the Lord Blessed be the name of the Lord Most High Blessed be the name of the Lord Blessed be the name of the Lord Blessed be the name of the Lord Most High The name of the Lord is a strong tower The righteous run into it and they are saved The name of the Lord is a strong tower The righteous run into it and they are saved
Glory to the name of the Lord Glory to the name of the Lord Glory to the name of the Lord Most High Glory to the name of the Lord Glory to the name of the Lord Glory to the name of the Lord Most High The name of the Lord is a strong tower The righteous run into it and they are saved The name of the Lord is a strong tower The righteous run into it and they are saved Holy is the name of the Lord Holy is the name of the Lord Holy is the name of the Lord Most High Holy is the name of the Lord Holy is the name of the Lord Holy is the name of the Lord Most High MEDITATION HYMN “Great is Thy Faithfulness” Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father There is no shadow of turning with Thee Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be Chorus: Great is Thy faithfulness Great is Thy faithfulness Morning by morning new mercies I see All I have needed Thy hand hath provided Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me Summer and winter and springtime and harvest Sun, moon and stars in their courses above Join with all nature in manifold witness To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love Chorus Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow Blessings all mine with 10, 000 beside Great is Thy faithfulness Great is Thy faithfulness Morning by morning new mercies I see All I have needed Thy hand hath provided Great is Thy faithfulness Great is Thy faithfulness Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me
Final Commendation Priest: Before we go our separate ways, let us take leave of our sister Patricia. May our farewell express our affection for her; may it ease our sadness and strengthen our hope that one day we shall joyfully greet her again when the love of Christ, which conquers all things, destroys even death itself. (All pray in silence) Priest: Our sister Patricia has gone to rest in the peace of Christ. With faith and hope in eternal life, let us commend her to the loving mercy of our Father and assist her with our prayers. May the Lord now welcome her to the table of God’s children in heaven and with all the saints, may she inherit the promise of eternal life. Let us now pray to the Lord for ourselves. May we who mourn be reunited one day with our sister Patricia. Together we may meet Christ Jesus when He, who is our life, shall appear in His glory. All: Amen
RECESSIONAL HYMN: “Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory” Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored He have loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword His truth is marching on Refrain: Glory, glory Hallelujah Glory, glory Hallelujah Glory, glory Hallelujah His truth is marching on He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgement seat Oh, be swift, my soul to answer, be jubilant my feet! Our God is marching on Refrain In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free While God is marching on Refrain He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave He is wisdom to the mighty, he is honor to the brave So the world shall be his footstool, and the soul of wrong his slave Our God is marching on Refrain
TRIBUTES A tribute to my niece Reflections of My Sister Patricia has always been happy, smiling and an ambitious woman– from birth! She was a happy baby and she kept that disposition throughout her life. She had the right solutions for any difficult decisions (whether for herself or for others); therefore she always set high standards and lived by them. Patricia, you were a blessing to the family and to me especially! To have had you for a niece was the greatest blessing of all. “The family chain is now broken and nothing seems the same. But as God takes us one by one, the chain will link again. We shall not think of you as gone away, your journey has just begun; Life holds many facets, this earth is but one We will think of you as resting, from the sorrows and the tears In a place of warmth and comfort, where there are no days and years! Think how we must be wishing, that you could know todayhow nothing but our sadness can really go away and think of you as living in the hearts of those you touched. For nothing loved is ever lost and you were loved so much!” Patricia, you have been a wonderful niece and we all loved you and now we miss you. Your aunt, Maria Do we really have to give a tribute? We can’t believe we are doing this We can’t believe we are writing these words. We can’t believe that you are really gone We can no longer see you because you have left us. God took you away and it hurts. The thought of never seeing you again…. Kills me and I speak for all of us – kills us! Everything happens for a reason and we know we ought not to question God but it hurts so bad. We wish the Lord had given you more years, as we really thought we would have grown old together, … but you know what they say – “God knows best” If we had the opportunity to describe you - we would say you were like a magnet that draws people together, for love, family and friendship. You were our confidant; we could talk to you about anything and we would not be judged.
We are happy that over the past couple years, we were able to have our family gatherings several times for the year. You were loved immensely Pat and we are glad that you knew that! Missing my sister and best friend (poem adapted from Belinda Stotler) I find it so very hard to believe that you have gone and I must grieve; I call out your name, Pat!— you answer not, and I look for you in every familiar spot. Everything seems so strange and surreal. I ask every day is it a dream or real? Where are the soft dark brown eyes of affection? Where is the laughter and talk of childhood reflection? Where is the loving care when I was sick or sad? Where is the generous soul for which I was glad? Where is the forgiving and understanding heart? Where are the bonds that were there from the start? I miss all the little ways you showed you cared for there were so many good moments we shared; Looking back on my life’s assorted scenes, I realized you taught me what love truly means. You were my trusted confidante and best friend, on whose loving support I could always depend. I look at your smiling face in all my photos. Memories flood my mind as I touch the mementos. From the happy times you and I have had, but now these bring tears and make me sad; For the time together went by in a wink. Life was not as long as we’d like to think. Sometimes memories bring comfort and make me smile, but there are times when grief takes over for a while. Friends offer gentle words and prayers to console; and tell me what has happened to your loving soul. Can it be true what they say of time healing grief? Is it enough when they say death has given you relief? Can we believe what others say of a better place where our beloved ones rest in God’s warm embrace? I should be happy you’re free of pain and sorrow, and rejoice that you’ll always have tomorrow. How can I then be so heartbroken and selfishly cry? I know your kind soul wants no tears or pain. Instead, you’d want warm memories and love to remain. I promise not to forget the loving memories you gave, but still I miss you so very much, my sister dear, And your caring words I once again long to hear; My heart’s only solace is one day I will see you as before, Beckoning me to come join you on that white distant shore. Love, Roxanne
A true friend. Friends to the end Life is a journey. Ours started in 1967. We had a wonderful childhood. At times, as adults, we would talk, reminisce, and laugh about the fun we had. But now with tears in my eyes, I am writing to say goodbye. While visiting with you recently, one morning you said to me “sit where I can see you when I open my eyes”, and I granted your wish. I had to leave to return home; upon leaving you asked me to give you a hug, and said “...don’t forget me”, and I looked at you. I miss you so much; no more calls, no more visits. But I have to carry on. In my heart lies memories to tell the stars above. I will never forget you, my friend. Sleep on, God knows best. In that sweet by and by we will meet on that beautiful shore. Love Always, Vel Pat and I first met and became best friends from primary school, into high school, and later on to business school. Throughout the years our friendship grew, where she would become Godparent to my daughter, and we would always remain close friends as we led our own paths. I will always hold my dear friend Pat close to my heart, and I will always remember her captivating smile and her heart of gold. Gone too soon my dear friend. You were and will always be loved, until we meet again. Sleep well, Pat, sleep well. Love, Pauline
There is a place up there for people like you How do I begin to write a tribute for someone with whom my friendship spanned over 50 years? A friendship that began in high school at the Convent of Mercy Academy, ‘Alpha.’As fate would have it, we ended up in the same 3rd form class seated by a window, next to each other and that was the start of a friendship and a bond that would last a lifetime. Pat was the epitome of giving of oneself, she was involved in so many different meaningful things and she gave them her all. With everything she had going on I don’t know where she got so much energy. Whether it was live music, eating out, dance shows, plays and even family dinners and vacations or planning some event for the Optimist; Pat was there with her infectious sweet spirit. Pat was… A good friend whose life was one of selflessness and love; whose service to community and kindness will never be forgotten A good friend whose courage and strength stood as an example to all and one whose legacy will forever live on in our hearts A friend who was a light in our lives and we will always be grateful for moments shared and memories made A friend whose deep insight and wisdom will stay with us always A beloved friend, who may have left us far too soon, but we honor and cherish her memory and thank God for the time we had together It is said that: “The loss of a good friend is like losing a part of yourself. You never forget them, no matter where life takes you.” – Unknown She Is Gone by David Harkins We can shed tears that she is gone Or we can smile because she has lived We can close our eyes and pray that she will come back Or we can open our eyes and see all that she has left Our hearts can be empty because we can’t see her Or we can be full of the love that we shared We can turn our backs on tomorrow and live yesterday Or we can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday We can remember her and only that she is gone Or we can cherish her memory and let it live on We can cry and close our minds, be empty and turn our backs Or we can do what she would want: smile, open our eyes, love and go on. Love always, Winsome
People Like You It’s hard to accept that Pat is no longer with us. I first met her in 1978 when we both joined GK Shipping. Over the years we shared many milestones and activities - having our children, undergrad studies, attending stage shows, sporting events and church activities. We never travelled together - that was to come. She was a good friend. Looking ahead, we spoke about both of us retiring at the end of the year. We had plans, but sometimes the plans we make are not always in keeping with God’s own. Her beautiful smile always lit up the room. I have no doubt she is lighting up God’s house right now. Pat was the real deal. She was kind, attentive, forgiving, caring, soft spoken. A loving mother, grandmother, sister and aunt. No matter the adversity - she always looked on the bright side. Her Optimist activity was in alignment with the selfless life that she led - always helping others less fortunate - especially the kids. In the words of Gramps Morgan - “If you’re the kind who takes the time To help a stranger in the rain There’s a place for people like you” Our prayers are with Madge, Nadia, Roxanne, Jerome and the rest of the family. SIP my friend. Forever in our hearts Julie, Casey and Lorie (Mom) Lifelong Friends In the early sixties my family moved to 4 Musgrave Avenue where we met the McLean family and Patricia (affectionately called Pat). She was living with her grandparents, and soon all of us as children: Derrick, Marlene, Sandra (now deceased) and Claude the baby all became as one family. Then came along Veloris and Shirley with their family, so as children we all grew up together. We went to our respective schools, graduated, got jobs and started to make a life of our own. As time went by the friendship continued, even though some migrated, we kept in touch with each other. Pat never forgot my mom, Mrs. Russell, “Mama Russ” she called her. Every year she would have her family reunion at Christmas time with a dinner, and she always invited my mom to have a good time with her family. In May 2023, I returned to Jamaica to visit my Mom and was fortunate to have seen Pat. While it was pleasant to see her again it was sad to learn that she had been in and out of the hospital for treatment. I returned home to Canada on May 29th and got the news that she was admitted in the hospital once again, then came the sad news she passed away on June 6th. It was a shock to all of us, as Pat was such a vibrant and promising young lady. She will be greatly missed by the entire Russell family. May her soul rest in eternal peace. Love always, The Russell family
I am so grateful for the time we spent together. You were always there for me and my family when we needed someone to talk to, and you had a way of making us laugh. I will never forget the memories we shared - from our late-night conversations to our adventures exploring new places. You were one of a kind, Pat. Your kindness, generosity, and compassion touched so many lives, including mine. I feel blessed to have known you, and I will always cherish the time we spent together. Rest in peace, my dear friend. You did it your way!” “Lenny” Cherished memories Our friend -Pat Scripture says that a “Friend” loves at all times and a man who has friends must himself be friendly, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother. On this pathway called Life, we all need friends who will stick close, care and offer help when it is needed in good times and bad. Pat was such a friend, sowing and scattering seeds of love, kindness, encouragement, peace, joy and the list continues in cherished memories. She blazed a path in the lives of many, impressing this Christlike trait of friendship in and on others, and by her deeds and actions, compelling us to be friendly too. I now pause to remember those moments she shared with her treasured, special friendship with Vel, Claudette, Lenny and me. I don’t know them all, but I am sure there are others who can joyfully say- “Pat was my friend too”. For all of us who can attest to that claim, like me, we will store in our hearts that treasure and it will be etched in my thoughts forever. I will miss her radiant signature smile, her warm greeting, her thankful attitude, but TODAY, I will find comfort as I keep listening to the echo of her voice, filled with exuberance when she declared “I am a SURVIVOR and I LOVE LIFE”. I will sing for my friend in the evening, when the twilight fades away. When she will not hear my song in its sweetness, but its echo will be her recline. When she will wake to God’s brighter tomorrow, redeemed, revived, and renewed by the Blood of the Lamb. Thank God with this sweet song of victory, I will sing for my friend. When we forget names, friends and loved ones, God remembers and provides Eternal Comfort. “He will be with me to the end, comforting with His power, and He will be my closest FRIEND, in death’s dark hour”. “THAT SOUNDS LIKE HOME TO ME”. May her memory be a BLESSING. Love, Marjorie
A friend like no other We got to know “Aunty Pat” through our cousin/ niece Alicia, and her mom (our aunt/sister) Jennifer. Alicia and Nadia have been besties from high school. Aunty Pat and Nadia are two of the sweetest and most caring people we know. In 2005, Alicia lost her mom almost similar to the way Nadia has lost hers. Since then, Aunty Pat had assumed the role of a mother to Alicia. So instead of having only one daughter she ended up with two. Based on the relationship throughout the years we would have to say we are like family. It was very comforting for us to know that there was someone else there in Jamaica who cares very much about Alicia. We did not get to socialize with her much, but recall one occasion when Aunty Pat was visiting New York, we had the pleasure of spending almost an entire day together; we had dinner and some good laughs. We wish she could have stayed with us longer but time didn’t permit. She was a very intelligent, hardworking, down to earth and personable individual who empathized and was considerate of people’s needs. She also knew how to have a good time, and so she lived a full life. We miss her very much and we’re so sorry we can’t be in Jamaica for the celebration of her life. The legacies of her daughter and grandchildren will be a constant reminder of her beautiful spirit. Aunty Pat had a heart that cared so much. Her life was a blessing. Nothing can ever take away the love our hearts hold for her. She will be sadly missed. May her sweet soul REST IN PEACE and rise in glory. We offer our deepest sympathies to her loved ones. Love you Aunty Pat. Betty and Carmen To my special friend, Pat. How can I ease the pain of knowing that you are not here again. A million words would not bring you back, I know because I have tried. Neither would a million tears, I know because I have cried and still crying. I struggled with my selfish thoughts because I wanted you to stay, so we could walk and talk and laugh and share so many things like we used to do. Pat I loved you unconditionally and I was happy I got the chance to tell you and show you how much I really cared. I wanted so much to bring you back to life just as you have done for me so many times. Some of the best days of my life have been spent with you, Nadia and “grandma” (Ida McLean) for which I am very grateful. You may be gone from my sight but you will never be gone from my heart. Farewell my friend as I give to you life’s greatest gift. The gift of letting you go to be with the Lord. Go with love my friend and continue your passion of making a difference in so many people’s lives. Pat, thank you for being a true and special friend. Everlasting love, Claudette “Aunty Pat”
“Hey Marcie!” I’m still hearing your greetings and remembering your beautiful smile. You called yourself ‘Passionate Pat’ and that epitomizes who you were. You were passionate about life and lived it well, about service, and served with kindness and care. You went above and beyond with your generosity both in cash and kind. Above all, you were passionate about serving the Lord. You were a great friend and I will forever miss you and our lengthy nightly conversations. You’re now with your Father, sleep well my friend. Love, Marcie A Wonderful Soul I wish you never left us so soon. I am still looking for my morning prayers. I still listen out for your call to go on our regular Saturday morning mission. I am still saying “nana, what did you cook to take to work for lunch today?”. I still listen out for your call to say “I am at the gate, let me in please” …then, like waking out of a terrible dream, I realise you are gone. You will always be in my heart - my friend, my sister. I know you are looking down on us from heaven with your captivating smile. I will never forget your calmness and patience during our many conversations. Life will never be the same without my friend. Walk good Pat and may light perpetual shine upon you. Love, Elaine Passionate Pat
It was a sunny and bright first Monday morn, in September. The year was 1970 - I cannot forget it at all, still young enough to remember. The strong, wrought-iron gates of Convent of Mercy Academy, located at 26 South Camp Road, Kingston, was flung wide-open. Subtly welcoming a group of 10, 11 and some 12-year-olds to a new phase of life that had never been told. Among the group of girls stood little Patricia McLean. Small in stature then, but positive, she possessed big dreams. This outstanding, academic institution called Alpha Academy would be Patricia’s launching pad to her destiny. Now Pat’s days at Alpha had truly begun. Days turned into weeks, then months and of course years. She was placed in forms 103, 203 and the very famous 302, which had the late Father Henry Williams as Form Master. Oh yes! That same eccentric character! It was during this time Pat developed a passion for dancing. So, in collaboration with Sandra, Carla and Janet McLean, they practiced on weekends to get their moves, sharp and clean. Then on to form 403 and Pat’s final form 503, where she studied for success in her G.C.E’s. It was during this period that her lasting friendships would be formed with Winsome Simpson, Sandra McKenzie and Carla Livingstone. And what would Pat’s days at Alpha have been If she never encountered our formidable, but likeable and eloquent Principal, Sister Mary Bernadette Little R.S.M? Oh yes! I’m sure that Pat was an active participant in at least one of our notorious inspection days, when we were summoned to the tennis courts. I truthfully say, correct length of school tunic was the chief objective. This aligned with our school rules so there was no motive. Nothing less but over the knee, No ‘back chat’, no feisty talk, just fail and you would see! As Alpha girls then, now mature women, we stand in unison, as we remember our batchmate’s quiet, reserved disposition. Our dearly departed Patricia McLean; definitely one of Alpha’s queens. From all that we’ve seen, a beautiful soul was she, with a shy smile for all to see. Sleep on dear Pat and take your rest, as we proudly say, “Ad Verum et Bonum” - to the good and the true. Walk good Pat in majesty, we dearly loved you! But God loves you best. Walk good, in your greatness! M. Russell (on behalf of the graduating class of the Convent of Mercy Academy “Alpha”, 1975) ‘Walk Good Pat’
Pat was a distinguished member of the Optimist International Club for 22 years and lived her life guided by The Optimist Creed: Promise Yourself: • To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. • To talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person you meet. • To make all your friends feel that there is something in them. • To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. • To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best. • To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own. • To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future. • To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile. • To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others. • To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.
In Loving Memory of Patricia Maria McLean MARCH 24, 1958 – JUNE 6, 2023 Late of Waterworks, Kingston 8 & Broadbent Jamaica Ltd. “Death leaves a heartache no one can heal. Love leaves a memory no one can steal” Pat is survived by her mother Joyce (Madgerita); daughter Nadia, son-in-law Jerome; grandchildren – Jovi, Justin, and Jayla; Siblings – Sandra, Pamela, Rexona (Roxanne), David, Richard, Gary and Mark; aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, other relatives, and loved ones.
Right now I’m in a different place And though we seem apart I’m closer than I ever was, I’m there inside your heart. I’m with you when you greet each day And while the sun shines bright I’m there to share the sunsets, too I’m with you every night. I’m with you when the times are good To share a laugh or two, And if a tear should start to fall I’ll still be there for you. And when that day arrives That we no longer are apart, I’ll smile and hold you close to me, Forever in my heart. Acknowledgement The family of Patricia McLean would like to thank you sincerely for your kind expression of sympathy and thoughtfulness. It is deeply appreciated and will always be remembered.