Birth date: May 28, 1941 Death date: May 30, 2026
Patrick (Pat) Joseph Fuller passed away at the age of 85 surrounded by loved ones on Saturday, May 30, 2026 in Columbia, South Carolina. Pat was born on May 28, 1941 in Cleveland, Ohio. He had three siblings, Paul, Eileen and Elai Read Obituary
Kathleen Flynn
There was a never a dull moment growing up with my godfather uncle Pat. You never knew what he was going to say or do. Fun and adventure was always at the fore front, between his love for cars, boats, dirt bikes, and family gatherings. I never imagined my uncle Pat as a cowboy. All you could do is laugh hysterically as he sat on top of his horse and tried to ride it. What a site that truly was. What was equally amusing was his bantering back and forth with his brother (Uncle Paul) about who was the better golfer. Uncle Pat had eyes like his father (grand dad) and the gift of gab and laughter like his mother (nanny). He truly was one of a kind.
With fond memories and love Aunt Judy, Tommy and Bobby.
Love you all Kathleen Flynn
I have great memories of Pat and our trips to football games. We loved it. Pat was a serious fan and he proved it at a game at East Carolina. After the game some rowdy fans of East Carolina were “cat calling “ us but Pat shut them up when he pulled out a pistol. What a guy! Rest in peace my friend.
Jimmy and I will always remember going to football games at Appalachian State and the University of S.C. with Pat and Judy. After the game Pat and Jimmy would analyze every play and it always ended with a toast to our quarterback and the center. What a great twosome our guys were! We will miss your Big heart Pat, but we will always have our memories. Love to Judy and your children.❤️
I grew up two doors down from my Uncle Pat and I loved going down to his house as a kid where he would make me his “famous” drinks at his bar. The two I remember were the Larry Czonka and the Bobby Fuller, basically a coke with grenadine syrup and cherries 😊. A few months ago he came to visit in Wilmington with Aunt Judy and I took them to our country club for dinner. He was being his normal hilarious self telling all his stories loudly and being outlandish and none of the other patrons in the restaurant were leaving because they wanted to hear his stories!!! All of the people staying to hear how he got arrested on the night before his wedding with a trunk full of beer and ice as he ran from the cops 😂. May you rest in peace Uncle Pat, I love you and will dearly miss you and can’t wait to see you again one day.
Early memories are spring break. We would bring 5-8 friends for spring break in Miami, arriving to Bobby's house where Pat was overjoyed to have the young crowd come in. It was a yearly tradition. Bobby's older brother Tom would join us to go out in Miami, we would get into trouble of some kind while out on the town on night one, and return home. Dad would always get out of bed when he heard us come in, and ask me to explain. "Kristen, I know you will tell me the truth." The next day we would wake up early with our tails between our legs and get out of town to go to the Keys. Dad had amazing travel vans- fully equipped- that he used to drive to all of Bobby's football games. He hated to fly with a capital H. By the time we returned, it had blown over for another year. He always said we couldn't match the trouble he got into when he was young. He was a hands on father, but he also knew that kids are kids. He loved spending time with the younger generation.
One of the fondest memories I have of Pat was his culinary skill at being a master of the grill. He made the most delicious tasty ribs that fell off the bone and a fabulous sweet and savory salmon the best I ever tasted. He had a hidden talent and I could see it in his bright blue eyes when he would explain how he conjured up his own recipe. I also remember him doing the sign of the cross every time we passed a cemetery in the countryside of South Carolina. Patrick the Irish Godfather will be sorely missed. You may be in heaven but you live in our memories. Love Jerry&Jean
Many many years ago, as I was in Columbus I lived with Pat, Judy and the boys. On a Saturday Pat and Dink were in the back yard barbecuing and drinking. We started throwing the football around and I was laughing and them because they couldn’t catch🍺🍺They decided to attack me so I had fun running away from them knowing if they caught me there would be hell to pay. They got smart and trapped me in a corner and I was in trouble. So I ran at the fence and jumped over it knowing they could never get me. So needless to say I got no barbecue that night😫😂
Sorry for your lost, always on my prayers
