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Patrick Henry Greenwell went home to be with the Lord on Monday, September 16, 2002 at the age of 56. Patrick, a native San Antonian, was preceded in death by his parents, Zella Lou Burgin Greenwell and Barney Joseph Greenwell. He is survived by his wife of 24 years, Mary Delight Martin Greenwell; son, Clayton Lowell Greenwell, 19; daughter, Chelsea Marie Greenwell, 10. He is also survived by a sister, Molly Fairchild of St. Louis, MO; brother, Michael Joseph Greenwell, his wife Loretta and their sons, Jeffrey and Jeremy Greenwell all of San Antonio. Patrick was a renaissance man who worked in multiple fields, but for the past 15 years, he was employed as a technician at Felco and other office equipment companies. He was a graduate of Robert E. Lee High School and earned an associate's degree at Hallmark Institute. He was also a musician whose voice is featured in an Oscar winning Disney documentary entitled, American Cowboy. He worked with many famous musicians, including The Grateful Dead, Stevie Ray Vaughn, and Johnny Winter. Patrick attended St. Mary Magdalen Catholic Church and Central Catholic High School in his childhood, and in later years joined the St. Joseph AME Church where his wife plays the piano. He was a devoted family man who loved his wife and children dearly and will be sorely missed. Peace be with you Patrick.
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Barbara Fletcher (O'Connor)
Greenie! I can't watch American Graffiti without thinking of him.
Richard Erdmann
I remember Pat as one of the humorists of our class. He always had a joke or a crack – sometimes appropriate, more often off color, but always funny and always on target. My strongest memory of him was influenced by this reputation. We were in John Porter’s physics class, after lunch, on November 22, 1963 and it was Pat who came into class maybe a minute or two late to tell us that President Kennedy had been shot. No one believed him at first but then we could all tell that he was not his normal, fun-loving self but very serious. Before it totally sunk in, the PA system announced the President’s death. I suspect that all of us remember that moment and the absolute silence that came over the campus but in my memory Pat is there, as real as a memory can be, telling us that the President had been shot in Dallas. The juxtaposition of Pat the person and Pat’s message is something I have always remembered.