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I’m lucky to have many memories of and with Uncle Pat in the past couple of years that I will never forget. Two things stick out to me from before he got sick. When I was about 7 our family went on a road trip to California to visit Uncle Pats family, while staying at his house I lost my first tooth! Uncle Pat called me into his kitchen and gave me 5$ And told me that California was more expensive than Colorado and therefore the tooth fairy gave more money! I wanted to lose every tooth in California after that. 
After several years on not seeing him, he and Aunt Georgia came to visit and stayed at my parents house. I was lucky enough to be living at my parents at the time with my husband and infant son so I was exhausted all the time. I remember one night after dinner everyone else went to bed except Uncle Pat, my dad and myself. I remember watching him leisurely drink his coke and tell us stories. As exhausted as I was there was no way I was going to bed before he was ready, I soaked up every second of listening to his voice and stories. No matter how tired I was the whole time he visited I knew I would always cherish the little moments with him.  I will continue to cherish all of my memories with him and will always remembering him smiling at me! 
Love you Uncle Pat. Rest in eternal peace. 

Last picture with his brothers except for Matt

As my eyes constantly well up with tears so often these weeks, when I think about you grandpa the word Pride always crosses my mind. I am so proud to be your granddaughter. I loved feeling how proud of me you were. You’ve always cheered me on, told me how proud I make you, even in the littlest non significant things, always building me up. Pride that you were mine. That’s a big one! You were mine. My grandpa. Man I’m proud of that! I mean seriously that’s the coolest! Coming from such a huge family that absolutely adores you, sharing you with so so many, brothers, sisters, nieces nephews, all that just think the world of you, and rightfully so! You are larger than life! And you’re my grandpa! Only sharing that with a dozen other people, you as a grandpa, yup I’m sure others are envious. I’ve always felt such pride having the coolest, strongest, funniest, hardest working, giving, grandpa there is! Proud! Proud of the man you were. Proud of all your accomplishments, your hard work, your beautiful creations. Proud of your bravery and all your adventures. And lastly, and the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through, absolutely proud of how you fought to be with us here. Proud of how you battled cancer and still remained the greatest man. Proud of you for leading and loving this family even then. Proud of your strength even til the end, stronger than your own good. Proud of your humor, even til some of your last words. I am so proud of you. I am proud that I was yours, and I’m so proud that you were mine. 

A few years ago, I reconnected with my Grandpa. There was a period in our lives where we lost touch. And as every moment passed by where we hadn’t talked, I became more and more terrified to call. I was scared of “why didn’t you call sooner” or even worse, an awkward silence between strangers.

When I finally called, there wasn’t a single awkward moment. Just love. Warmth and a genuine heart that welcomed the call, and many others to follow.  The kids always looked forward to showing him every single LEGO in the house, and sharing ridiculous dad jokes with one another.  He, of course, had them memorized, whereas the kids and I would have to research for the next call.

Grandpa was the strongest person I have ever met.  He was a real-life super hero,  but was always so incredibly humble about it.  He always made me feel so special and unique.  Even though we were in the presence of someone amazing, he gave us the spotlight.

I can't pick one memory.  They are all so precious and priceless.  But one thing I will never forget, is the yard he worked so hard on.  The Christmas tree, the basketball court, the cement walls we would find our Easter eggs hidden in, the concrete stairs we used to run up and down on. 

He did so much for family.  He had so much love to give, and I am forever grateful of the moments we have shared together.  My heart hurts, and I miss him so much. I have a lot to live up to. 

Hands down the best Grandpa! I love and miss you terribly. 

It’s difficult to pick a single favorite memory, but going skydiving with my Grandpa was a pretty special adventure to share. And to think I almost didn’t go (he wouldn’t let me back out that morning of course).  I keep replaying that day in my head. I was terrified, and he promised that I would be the last one out. Little did I know Grandpa worked it out so I was first. I think he knew I would’ve chickened out if I watched everyone else jump first.  Unlike me, he was so brave and fearless. The plane that took us up barely looked useable and he joked the whole time about that, and that jumping out was my safest option.  He hugged me so tight when we both were back on the ground. So proud of me for conquering my fear. 
I miss him so much, his laugh and how he just felt like home. I’m finding comfort in the fact I know he’s on the greatest adventures right now.  Climbing heavens biggest mountains, telling his best jokes, and smiling down on his family. 

My GODFATHER- Whenever Uncle Pat and I would greet each other he would say HI GODDAUGHTER and I... HI GODFATHER!!!!! I hear it over and over again. I’m so lucky my parents picked him as my Godfather. So many remember him for his Jokes. Him and I would go back and forth with jokes, and I’d have to have my phone by my side looking up funny ones. He’d laugh till he was red in the face. Then he’d rebuttal with memorized ones. Never had to look anything up. Had a dictionary of jokes just memorized. 
My favorite thing about him is his laugh. I looked forward to him coming to Colorado as a child. He and aunt Georgia would call our house phone and say.. “we’re here” we’d load up and go to their house in Fort Collins to see them and have a couple Budweiser’s.  From the time I was a child to being an adult I absolutely  loved watching my dad and Uncle Pat talk to each other and interact, because most the time they were laughing so hard with each other I was laughing watching them laugh. I always thought they were twins born 20 years apart, They were best buds. 
I’m so thankful and blessed to have been related to such an icon. I love you and miss you so much GODFATHER!!! 

I don’t think I have a memory of Uncle Pat that doesn’t include his smile, laughter, or jokes.  He was always a joy to be around making light of the most difficult situations including his own. I sure do love that guy and will miss him always! Love you Uncle Pat

Pat was a genuinely a nice man. He was always giving and even took the time to help Kai get over his fear of rollercoasters, then became Kai’s main riding buddy. We remember him always smiling, and we always cherished the Disneyland and other times we spent with him. He treated us like family even though we weren’t blood, but that is the kind of guy he was.  This world will not be the same without him.  His love for life was evident in all his family members. 

Uncle Pat was a guy that was fearless. I Remember going up to Poudre canyon on the tunnel and jumping into the water. He tide the rope for us all to jump in and was the first to jump down and make sure it was safe for us all. 60 ft I would say? I was quite scared to go but if he could do it, I told myself I certainly should. He wasn’t scared of nothing. He loved telling jokes. I didn’t get most of them and had to replay them in my head until I figured them out, then when I got the joke I would say,”oh I get it, minutes later and explain the joke to him and he would say, “ya I know! It’s my joke.” Haha He is a wonderful, spunky, funny uncle and I miss him immensely!! ❤️

When I think about Pat, pretty much all my memories begin and end with a smile.
I’m sorry he’s left us to continue struggling through life without him. But again a smile returns to my face. Remembering all the good memories I have of him. His endless jokes, his smile, his laugh. I know that smile never leaves his face anymore, and that can’t help but comfort me.

His laugh is something I keep hearing in my head like a record player.  Such a contagious laugh he had.   The last time I came out to California uncle Pat and my mom and dad came to pick my sister and I up at the airport. I was minding my own business walking through the airport reaching the escalator when this man cut right in front of me! In my head I was thinking how rude!!! But then that amazing laugh followed by the biggest hug greeted me!  We waved at my sister that made it down the escalator and laughed the entire drive!  He even sent me a text  after I got home asking if any old man with a white shirt cut me off this week!!😃 What a great man Uncle Pat was!  He will be greatly missed but he left a big imprint!

Every one of you have a piece of him and I am lucky to get to see him live on through all of you! Love to you all! 
I Will miss you forever Uncle Pat!

In my eyes and the eyes of many others, my Grandfather was the strongest man in the world. This strength both refers to his physical strength, his mental strength and his religious strength. My Grandfather was an excellent example on what it meant to stand for something if you truly believed in it. He was also unwavering when it came to doing something for the right reason, and the right way whether or not anyone was looking. 

I also want to thank my grandfather for being such a welcoming and amazing person in the life my wife, Lizzy and our two amazing kids. 

Thank you for teaching me from a very young age on how important the American flag is and what it stands for.  Thank you for constructing amazing rope swings and teaching me to love the outdoors. 

Grandpa thank you! Thank you for showing me what it means to stand for something! Thank you for helping instill a hard work ethic in me! I could go on and on, and honestly this is beginning to ramble, so most of all thank you for your time. Time truly is precious and I wouldn’t give a second of my time with you away for anything in the world. 

One of my favorite memories with my Grandpa and Grandma is one of the times we were at Disneyland, Not surprisingly this memory had nothing to do with a show, attraction or ride. My Grandpa Grandma, Lizzy and I were just sitting having coffee together, I loved that moment, the conversation that ensued, the laughter and the lifelong memory it provided.  

To a truly amazing man, Patrick G. Kintzley. 




Besides being my brother, Pat and I were co-workers and friendly competitors. I many times tried to challenge Pat in tree work or vie with him in tests of strength, only to look defeat in the face.  He did not like to look at the  back side of anyone in a match of competition.  Many times while working with this “mad” man, I drove onward beyond my own boundaries of endurance just to not look weak to him...that’s to include no breaks, no lunch, no water much of the time; and dawn to dusk.  I looked forward to the easy week days on job at City of Berkeley.  So admired that unusual man among men. 
God love and embrace him in Heaven eternally.

My Grandpa is naughty! Loves joking and teasing and giving you a hard time, and he loves it when you dish it back out, sorry Grandma you’ve been the receiver of so much of our shenanigans 😂 well when I was little and naughty or just looking like I was being naughty he would call me in the most loving way “ya little devil” and so I strived to make him laugh or keep up with him, this has lasted even until adulthood 🤦🏻‍♀️You may not know this, but my Grandpa and I are part of the reason when you ride Tower of Terror, (now Gaurdians of the Galaxy) that you have to raise both arms up high before tugging on your seatbelt to prove your buckled...... this was so dumb, and when I think about my kids doing something like this, we were terrible examples! I’m telling you he brings out the misbehaving!! Anyways when we rode it, my grandpa wrapped the belt around his arm so that once the ride started he could loosen it and come out of his seat, so of course I had to not just copy him but out do him, so I extended my seatbelt all the way out and wrapped it around my arm. I was so proud of myself that once the ride started I felt for my grandpas hand in the dark to show him how extended my seatbelt was. Well guess what?!? Disneyland is always  watching!!!! They immediately stopped the ride!!! Opened the doors, and then removed us from the ride (sorry Tim) and we were escorted out. I in no way think this was smart, totally stupid! But maybe the next time you’re on a ride and they have you raise your arms and tug on your seatbelt you’ll think of him and smile, I know I do ❤️

I have always loved getting to “share” my grandparents with others. Either by stories and having them with us or around so others could know them and see how great I think they are. This was no exception when I started dating Tim. I wanted him to know them, meet them, be around them, “share” them with him. Somewhere along the way I stopped “sharing” them and they became his too.❤️ So if you’ve known my grandpa he’s set the bar pretty darn high what it is to be a man, a father, a worker, to be strong in his faith, what family is. Not only does he set that bar high, but he doesn’t accept less for his family. The way he loves Tim, the way that both my grandparents have loved him as their own, it’s everything. There’s a long running joke between the two about measuring, and measuring tapes, and how many little dashes equal what, it’s just silliness, but having a man that measures up to my Grandpas standards, and to be loved by my grandpa, I couldn’t ask for more.  I’m so lucky to have such great men in my life, and to share that.

OBITUARY

Patrick Gregory Kintzley

December 31, 1938 – January 16, 2021

Oak Hill Funeral Home & Memorial Park

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