Patrick Vincent Cahill

Age 71

Born:             December 24, 1952, Boston Massachusetts
Past Away:   November 25, 2024
Residence:  Lake Forest California
Married:        Patricia Rusko - December 27, 2020

Daughters:

Dana and Shane Mclaughlin (granddaughter Aspen, grandsons Asher and Finnegan),

Family resides in Oregon

Dawn and Daniel Brosnan (granddaughters Audrey and Amelia)

Family resides in Georgia

Dogs: Della, Gemma, Tucker, Murphy, Tootsie

Siblings:

Dan & Sandy (Erin) Cahill, Oceanside California

Tina & Tom Richards, (Ryan, Lyndsi, Jack, Alanna & Luke), Oceanside California

Elizabeth Ryan, Miami Florida

Work: Land Surveyor

Education: Graduated HS 29 Palms, College: University of Southern Utah

Predeceased by: Michael John Cahill (brother), Bonnie Lee Cahill (sister), John Harland Cahill (father), Katherine Barbara Cahill (mother)

Associations:

Bearded Collie Club of America

Bearded Collie Club of Southern California

Services

Viewing and Rosary:

December 15, 2024 from: 4:00 – 6:00 pm

McCormick & Son Mortuaries:

25002 Moulton Parkway, Laguna Hills, CA 92637

Mass:

December 16, 2024 at 10:30

Saint Kilian Church:

26872 Estanciero Drive, Mission Viejo CA 9269

Internment:

December 16, 2024 at 12:00 pm

Ascension Cemetery, Lake Forest,

24754 Trabuco Rd, Lake Forest, CA 92630

Reception :

December 16, 2024 at 1:15 pm

Dominico's on the Lake:

27782 Vista Del Lago, Mission Viejo, CA 92692

*In lieu of flowers donations can be sent to the ALS foundation.

Pat Cahill

Pat loved family and always wanted to be active. He loved meeting new people and exploring new places. In his teenage years he played sports like pole vaulting and football—which no one in his family had tried!  This trend continued later in his life when he participated in sports such as, badminton, Over-The -Line, Rugby, Racquetball and bicycling.  Pat always put 100% in anything he did and he did a lot.

Pat was also a devoted Father to his two Daughters, Dana and Dawn.  He loved his 80's songs and always knew exactly who sang them.  Pat got into Land Surveying in his early 20's while in Utah and continued in that line of work until he retired in 2022.  Later in his life he became interested in showing his beloved Bearded Collies and became involved in the local chapters in California.

Pat married the love of his life, Patricia Rusko, on December 27, 2020.  Together with their Beardies they traveled to competitions all over California as well as out of the State.  Pat was learning the sport of agility training with his dog Della and they worked so well together that they ended up earning many top awards for the sport.  Pat and Della were truly an amazing team.  Pat loved taking Patty to the Coronado Del Hotel every Christmas.  They created and shared a rare, unforgettable love that was clear to anyone who saw them together.

Pat was a kind soul that loved life and treasured those who were a part of it.  His smile would light up a room.  He will be missed by all those lucky enough to know him and to be loved by him.  All of those who were fortunate to know Pat have so many memories and stories that portray his joy and tenacity for life.  We look forward to hearing yours at Pat's Memorial/Reception if you would like to share them.  These are a few memories from Pat's family about some of their cherished time together.

Patty/ Pat's Wife

Our very memorable Wedding Day at Lake Arrowhead…We had a simple wedding with our dogs (Della, Jewels and Dream) attending. Pat promised that there would be snow… it came down the next morning for us to wake up to, exactly as he said!  Some of our favorite things to do together were going out to eat, going to casino's, paddleboarding in Newport, dog shows, and just hanging out and trying new things. Pat's love language was "gift giving" and he would constantly bring me beautiful flowers or roses… just because. Then there were his random gifts, jewelry and especially cards. He never forgot any important date or milestone we reached.  Anytime when Pat would leave in his car, I would say "I love you" and Pat would say before he left "I love you more". You will see a lot of "LYTTMAB" in our posts...Love You To The Moon and Back!

Dana/Daughter

I remember our spontaneous "Bonsai Road Trips" to new adventures and places together.  My dad also installed in me a love of baseball!  He would always share his season tickets for the Padres with me.  He had a love of 80s music and would always play a game with me of "who sang the song that's playing?" with the most obscure 80's bands!  Also, we had some of the most competitive games of Heart that we would always gang up on him.

Dawn/Daughter

For as long as I can remember, I've always called him Poppel. I couldn't tell you exactly when or how it started, but that's just who he was to me—Poppel. He was also the king of what he liked to call "Bonsai Trips." Any spontaneous weekend adventure, whether it was to the Grand Canyon to see yet another hole in the ground, braving a blizzard in Utah, or exploring Death Valley and Scotty's Castle, these were "Bonsai Trips". Those weekends were some of our best memories, listening to music and taking photos, and I've carried on that tradition in our family. Including the world's longest airport pickup with his granddaughters and I driving seven states from Georgia to Pennsylvania to arrive at the same time his plane was landing from California. I don't think we could've planned that better if we had even tried.

I'll never forget my first open-road driving experience with him. I was 14, and we were somewhere on Route 66 when he suddenly slid into the passenger seat and said, "Your turn." I was so scared I'd run us off the road, but he just laughed as I nervously drove that long, straight stretch of highway. That was him—always trusting, always teaching, and always finding joy in the moment.

Later in life, I got to see him as a Grandpa, and he absolutely loved it. Whether he was taking the kids to baseball games, watching their faces light up on their first trip to Disneyland, or simply blowing bubbles and walking the dogs, he cherished every second. He made even the simplest moments magical, and that joy was contagious.

Tina/Sister

Pat and I would go on these competitive bike rides together all over the place (both on our 10-speed bikes)….Palm Springs, Mexico, Tucson (perimeter – 110 miles) and many more!  He would come up to visit me at college and we would go off to Reno for the day to gamble and eat at his favorite place the Peppermill.  Going out to dinner to a different place every month once I graduated college, softball teams and deviled eggs at Thanksgiving.  He would always give my daughter, Alanna, a hard time about eating all of the deviled eggs and leaving none for him.  Pat also loved black olives…they had to be extra-large and pitted!   Pat had to have them at every Thanksgiving dinner or it wasn't Thanksgiving dinner.

Dan/Brother

I'll always have wonderful memories of my brother Pat. I remember 15 years or so ago, taking a 2-week road trip in a U-Haul with him to his house Pennsylvania.  We made so many funny and great memories. He made a point of stopping in Winslow Arizona so we could get a picture of the street sign.  He didn't tell me anything about the detour at all but made sure to play the Eagles, "Take It Easy" as we came to the intersection.  That was my brother Pat.  Going through Missouri we went on a Sunday at a Mexican restaurant called El Miramar that was next to our hotel.  It was the worst attempt at Mexican food either one of us had ever had!  We then decided that we would just grab a couple drinks and leave.  But it was a Sunday and you couldn't buy alcohol because of the law in Missouri.  Years later whenever Pat would mention going out to eat, I'd say "Let's go to the El Miramar"!