Jack Patrick Nichols

Hello to all of you who are on this page.
I am one of the people who had the pleasure of being part of your community.
I lived in your apartments at 611 Elko avenue in Reno.
I join in the prayers and wish the best for your family members.
I am at the same time trying to contact his relatives. If anyone knows of any children or next of kin it would be a great help.

thank you for your time

Dear Niki, we are so sorry to hear about Patrick. We didn´t know until we saw the church service today. Our condolences and thoughts are with you.

Uncle Pat will always be remembered as a hard-working, hands-on, larger than life kind of guy. Over the years, we shared many memories between Reno and Hidden Valley Lake, CA where we gathered for various celebrations, holidays, and family gatherings. Pat was part of the reason my husband and I actually first moved to Reno: he helped set us up with housing while in our early 20s. For a short time we lived on his property, then later in a few of his rental units. He cared about doing the right things, and I will always remember that he took such good care of his mother in her final years.

He and Joan moved on to Gear st when I was just a kid. He was more than just a neighbor. He was the cool guy with the skate ramp in is backyard, he is the guy who gave me odd jobs at work sites when I was a teenager.
He was more than just the guy across the street, he was my friend.
I still live across the street from Pat with my family. He was always out walking Archie , talking with everyone, helping my boys and I with broken mowers, bringing us bags of cherries.
He was more than just a staple in the neighborhood, he was a friend to everyone in the neighborhood.
I will miss the daily "wave" and "Hey Chris" in the cool, surfer, raspy Pat voice, but feel blessed to have had him in mine and my family´s life.

When Tom was still around me Tom and Pat built a lot together. Coming back from a job in Carlin one spring afternoon Pat and Tom were about 1/4 mile in front of me on I 80 near Valmy when a sudden gust of wind blew them off the road. Pats little white pickup was sitting on its wheels after rolling a couple times and with tools scattered everywhere. No injuries to them and NHP thought for sure they had to have been drunk. Of course we know how Pats drinking sent him to the hospital where he would meet Joanie and would bless his life.