Patrick Brennan

Be at peace my brother and friend.

Dear Fr. Brennan,
My junior high school and high school years were full with your dynamic presence. You made such an enormous impact on my life. It is with sadness that I gaze on your photos, especially the photos from the late 70s and early 80s when you were at St. Huberts. I can't imagine the direction my life might have gone in if you had not grabbed me up and given me a job at the rectory scheduling your appointments and other administrative duties. You made me feel important and...

He was a great priest, one of the best. I remember him fondly.

Dear Father Pat,
Today I was surprised to find your Legacy book in my e-mail box. I take it as God wishes me to see it, as a reminder from you that you have not forgotten those whom you brought closer to God through your ministry on earth. Also as a message for me that I should not despair but have faith that God will heal my broken spirit and painful, damaged back soon.
Gosh, I miss your presence in the world. I tell those willing to listen that the finest priest I ever knew was...

You cross my mind often my friend. Miss you.

Pat Brennan: just a short 3 years ago you were with us.
As I prepare to be Grateful; to remember all the Wonderful Gifts given to me by God, I recall the many inspirational Homilies I listened to by Fr. Pat.
Fortunately I have kept some of the Holy Family Catholic Community bulletins that printed the Sermons of Fr. Pat. I wish I had all of them. It would make a wonderful book. I do; however, have many of his writings in the National Center for Evangelization Newsletter. Occasionally...

I worked with Pat for many years from Jesus Days to RCIA at St Albert the Great. I treasure his friendship.

Karen Fitzpatrick ssj/tosf

Oh Pat! I know you are helping us here in Rome for the Extraordinary Synod and I know you are pulling strings for us because every action we take is reaping profound results! Thank you.

I lived a couple of blocks away from Holy Family Church in 2001. I was having some personal difficulties and often went over to sit in the adoration room at Holy Family which helped me feel at peace. One night when I arrived it was late and the doors were locked. I decided that I would stand outside the windows of the church and look in at the magnificent crucifix hanging inside of it, but the lights were off and i could barely see it. I knelt down anyway outside next to the bushes to...