Patrick Thomas Johnston
December 28, 1949 - October 3, 2018
Patrick passed away October 3, 2018 after a short but brave battle with Cancer and had a beautiful day for his journey to our parents in Heaven.
He is survived by his sisters Coleen (Duffy), Lynn and brothers Mike (Amanda) and Dennis (Patricia) as well as Nieces and Nephews and extended family Trish and Greg.
Patrick lived his life as a free spirit and enjoyed meeting new people through his travels. He had many friends who loved him and his “Patrick stories”.
He was a self-taught carpenter and created beautiful pieces that will be cherished by the lucky ones who own one. Patrick was also an amazing sketch artist and poet. He continued with his art his entire life.
Patrick’s greatest love was helping the Edmonton City Police to stop the vandalism and graffiti around the city.
His sunny smile and “Patrick Hugs” will be forever missed.
We would like to thank Dr. Butts, Dr. Chana and Dr. Kumar, Louise and all the staff at The Cross-Cancer Institute Unit 30 for their loving care and compassion for Patrick.
The family will gather for a private service at a later date.
Loosing a family member is never easy.
So sorry for your loss Johnston family
Just know he is with your Mom and Dad,
How great that will be for him.
Sorry for the loss. Wish we could have met him
So sorry to find out today, Patrick is not here anymore. I am Keith, I met Patrick in the late 70’s. Patrick stayed with my parents and I at our home. He was so talented his art work was amazing. He asked my mom to pick him up some paper and certain pencils for drawing, and he really put a lot of thought into what he was about to put on paper and the result was great, and the wood projects very interesting. In 1980 when I got married we lived half a block from my parents. Patrick got to know my wife Marge and myself well. I watched those two have very interesting conversations, but not at first however; Marge was able to bring out the best about Patrick quickly. His laugh and his smile. His laugh started deep down inside and before long a little giggle broke into laughter. It was infectious. Patrick would come over to see us different times in a week for coffee, and got to know the neighbors. He took care of our two daughters on occasion, the girls liked Pat a lot. We knew him when he had a beard once he grew it. Patrick’s beard suited him. From all of us that new Patrick his memories will be with us and he will be missed.