Patrick Frank Smith

Predeceased by his loving wife, Katie. Loving father of Sean (Tiffany), Ryan (Jennifer) and Erin (Steve). Proud Grampy to Baylun and Papa to Joshua, Justin, Jake, Christian and Matthew. Predeceased by his parents Hart and Helena Smith and his siblings Hart Jr. Smith, Louise Aldous, Audrey Lenjosek and Sheridan Smith. He will be greatly missed by his sister-in-law Norma Smith. Patrick will be forever remembered by many nieces and nephews.

Educated at WLU (Honours Bus) and McMaster (MBA) and employed at BDC and RoyNat all his career. He was an active member in Rotary several years serving on the board of directors as well as enjoying the chairmanship of the youth exchange committee where he and his wife Katie hosted children from all over the world sharing many memorable experiences with their children.

Patrick was proud of his Irish ancestry on his mother’s side and enjoyed many Irish themed birthday parties on St. Patrick's Day. Although he never had the opportunity to visit Ireland he did manage to visit Hungary with his wife Katie who was of Hungarian ancestry. Most mornings in Caledonia he could be found walking the banks of the grand river talking with other walkers. He enjoyed the people of Caledonia as did his wife, Katie moving there from Hamilton to be near their children. Patrick wanted to add thanks in his obituary to his children and their mates for making the last years after the passing of his wife, Katie as comfortable as possible.

His family will receive friends at the Cresmount Funeral Home, 322 Fennell Ave. E. on Saturday, November 13th from 4-8 p.m. Proof of full vaccination, along with government issued ID, will be required to attend indoor funeral services for those age 12 and older. Masks are required.

"Leave me no grave to weep over; The thought of the dark imprisonment of earth brings sorrow to my heart and chill to my soul. Let me blow free in ashes, unfettered by the bonds of earth, warmed in the sun, soothed by the gentle rain. Let me wander through the wrecking yards and woodlots again. Let me be free. If you can remember me only with tears then don't remember me at all. Remember me not with tears, or sadness nor regret, but with life, laughter.”