"Some People come into our lives & quickly go. Others come into our lives & leave Footprints on our hearts, and we are never the same." Patrick touched so many lives. I had the privilege of working with him at the Macomb County Health Dept.  He always dressed "to the nines" & his door was always open for questions or just to "Kibitz." Following his retirement, we would exchange cards & letters. I will miss him. I'm quite sure he is one of God' s special angels. I'm blessed that our paths crossed. My condolences to his family. Chris Fleischer RN.

The End of an Era

With the passing of my Uncle Pat this month, my late father Russell E. McLogan’s youngest brother, our family has reached the end of an era. 

Born on Saint Patrick’s Day, he was the last of my father's siblings, and with his passing, another generation of our family's history has come to a close.

I have been reflecting on the family connections, memories, and shared experiences that span generations. But I have also been thinking about the personal conversations and moments of faith that made my relationship with Uncle Pat special.

Recently, we shared calls and emails about the loss of loved ones, the comfort of Scripture, and the promise of eternal life through Jesus Christ. When my sister Mary McLogan Calligan passed away in 2022, Uncle Pat wrote to tell me how deeply my reflections on Psalm 30:5 had touched his spirit. He shared how Katie McLogan, and others were on his heart and in his prayers.

Those exchanges meant a great deal to me. They reminded me that even in our deepest grief, we can find comfort in the resurrection and the promise that death does not have the final word.

One of the things I will remember about Uncle Pat is his kindness, thoughtfulness and his desire to stay connected with family. He understood the importance of reaching out, offering encouragement, and letting people know they were loved. His faith was not simply something he talked about. It was part of how he lived and how he related to others.

It is difficult to watch the generation that came before us gradually pass away. Yet we are grateful for the lives they lived, the faith they shared, and the memories they leave behind. It is now our responsibility to preserve those stories and pass them along to the generations that follow.

Rest in peace, Uncle Pat. I am thankful for the connection we shared, for your prayers and encouragement, and for the reminder that our earthly goodbyes are not the end of the story.

BELOVED UNCLE PAT
For many years my Uncle Pat talked about “going home” to be with the Lord. One of my first memories was his deep voice reading me a bedtime story. “Remember, I changed your diapers!” he would say if I got uppity.
In the 60s and 70s, he lived across Jane Street in Detroit, where I lived with my Grandma (his beloved Aunt Mary). We watched him come and go like clockwork in his bright orange Dodge Dart. During the Detroit Riots, Uncle Pat was in the National Guard at the 8 Mile Road Armory. Grandma and I drove right up to that huge building to bring him clean underwear when they ran out.
Always a humble gentleman, he lit up every room with laughter. His way of telling a story or “spinning a blarney yarn” was legendary, his big brown eyes widening with every exclamation. In business, he mastered everything he touched and was deeply respected by his staff. He chose a lifetime of service in the health industry—serving as a fantastic director from Wayne to Macomb County—even though he was initially on a fast track at the Federal Reserve Bank.
His family and friends adored him. He drew strength from the warm humor of his Irish McLogans and the colorful drama of his Italian side. He was disciplined, orderly, and incredibly fit, walking an hour a day into his 70s. He once raced me up a steep hill and beat me mercilessly. 
We shared so many beautiful memories when he visited Boston. He took the picture over his mantle while sitting on a boulder in Marblehead Neck, one of his favorite places on earth. He even gave me away at my wedding with the pride of a father.
Uncle Pat fell in love with God as a small boy, living out his deep faith in everything he did. You are “home” now, dear Uncle Pat, but there is a big hole in our hearts where you reside. We will cherish you forever.
Love always, Fawn Lee

I had the absolute pleasure of getting to know Patrick 4 years ago when he began his search for senior living.  He has truly been so wonderful to talk to on the phone and exchange emails with over the years.  He was always so positive and kind despite going through so many challenges.  I'm so glad you are free of pain.   You will be missed, Patrick.

Patrick was a very close friend to  my wife Donna and me and my dog Buddy.  We loved to talk about life and religion.  I love you my friend. I miss you so much. 

                        Tom Sleeman

Uncle Pat as I knew him was not an Uncle by blood but one of my fathers dearest and closest friends.   They served in the National Guard together.   He was an integral part of my childhood and later on in adulthood.    Our phone calls and lunches were something that I looked forward too.   He never missed a major event - sending cards with his signature thoughtfulness.   He was wise beyond his years.  I am so blessed to have had him in my life.  There is a hole in my heart.  A true gentleman and man of God.  He will be missed dearly.   

Linda

My Uncle Pat was many things, but the first that comes to mind is “a gentleman.” He was that in every sense of the word. He taught me much, often times simply by the example he set. A devout Catholic, he lived the Gospel, and was always willing to help someone in need. He knew that many times, people just needed a good listener, and he was very much that. I’ll miss our talks and the wisdom that he shared, but I’m glad he’s at peace with our Lord and his siblings, who he adored so much.
Thank you and Godspeed!
Love Tommy

OBITUARY

Patrick Wendell McLogan

March 17, 1942 – October 3, 2026

Kaul Funeral Home

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