Patrick Francis Flanagan Sr.

Born on March 9, 1931, in Boston, Massachusetts, Patrick was the eldest of five children born to immigrant parents. His early years were marked by hardship following the death of his father when Patrick was just 12 years old. Despite growing up with limited means, he gave generously to those around him throughout his life.

Patrick was raised in Charlestown, the Irish enclave of Boston that remained close to his heart throughout his life. As a boy, he could often be found near the Bunker Hill Monument, delighting visitors with his spirited retellings of the Battle of Bunker Hill in hopes of earning a ten-cent tip. It was in Charlestown that he met Mary (Gill) Flanagan—affectionately known as Mimi—the love of his life. He was a local football standout; she was a cheerleader. Their romance blossomed into a marriage that spanned 62 years, and even decades later, Patrick lovingly referred to her as his bride.

Patrick enlisted in the United States Navy—a decision shaped by circumstance and family responsibility rather than long-term planning. What followed was a distinguished 26-year naval career that mirrored the growth of his family. With each promotion came another child: from Third Class Petty Officer with the birth of Pat; Second Class with Mike; First Class with Brian; and upon commissioning as an officer, twins Mary and Ellen. As he rose through the ranks—Lieutenant Junior Grade with Chrissy, Lieutenant with Nancy, Lieutenant Commander with Jane—his family grew alongside his career achievements. He ultimately attained the rank of Commander before retiring in San Diego.

A devoted father to his children, Patrick remained a constant presence in their lives—offering help with car repairs, childcare, and grocery shopping. He became known for his self-styled grocery delivery service: children would send their lists the night before and wake up to fully stocked kitchens. His devotion only deepened with the arrival of grandchildren. As “Papa” to 16 grandchildren, he made daily routines magical—especially school pickups punctuated by ice cream at 2:30 sharp.

Patrick’s faith was a guiding force throughout his life. Educated in Catholic schools and once an altar boy, he prayed daily from his cherished prayer book and had even considered entering the priesthood in his youth. His spiritual devotion remained steadfast until his final days.

He also had an enduring passion for sports—especially Boston teams—and enjoyed betting on horse races. A fierce competitor at heart; he loved the game, every game and played every game to win!

Patrick’s charm was matched by his quick Irish wit and gift for storytelling. A true “Townie” to the end, he brought joy and laughter wherever he went.

He is deeply missed by all who knew him but is now reunited with his beloved Mimi. May their memory bring comfort to those who loved them both.