Memories of Patrick Kinkaid

This year has had many ups and downs at my school. Like this year a horrible accident happened a young boy had been cursed with heart disease and he passed. His name was Patrick Tood Kinkaid he was an 11 year old boy who went to worthington school, and was nicknamed red his hair was read, his favorite color was red, he was just a very happy go lucky. And loved to be goofy. Patrick was having his third heart surgery and it was very dangerous, he has went through alot and I find it hard to beleive that any kid would not be scared but Pat was way to strong. Patrick had lots of pride, joy, and so much spirit for someone in his kind of kindition I was shocked but before Patrick passed my school had a fund raiser for Pat that had helped chip in some money for his surgery.It was called teeam Patrick week each day was filled with lots of fun like Monday "hat for Pat"bring in a dollar, Tuesday was bring in a pack of gum and a dollar, Wedsday take in quarters to throw a pie at S (the teacher), Thursday bring football cards and baseball cards, Friday bring a dollar for a courage braclet and wear red for Patrick. And he got really lucky one of the Yankees had sighned a hat and a baseball bat that they acually used in a real baseball game!!! he almost cried. Then just the 5 grade threw a party for him and we raised some money for a brand new DS! he was so happy there was 9 games and he played them all!. It was funny because in his obituary it said before he died that his fingers were soar from playing the games that we gave him, the other class said that he stayed up all night playing every single game I really thought that was cute. Our school raised over 12,000 dollars!!!! WE WERE SO PROUD! the school was dancing in rejoyce when we got the news that we had raised that much money but then the day came surgery arrived faster than ever and announcments were talking about how well Pat was doing but then the worst had happened. My mothers friend called and said that patrick Kinkaid would no longer be coming back to Worthington he had died, and from that moment my heart fell to my stomach and I stared at mother and started to bawl my eyes out. The rest of the week was mostly a blur it was just emotions pouring out of everyone happy and sad ceremonys were held, and in memory of patrick the school planted a tree in his honor and took the pies that he shoved at S face and the were hung on the tree. I have many good memories about him and most of them I will never forget Patrick was the best student a teacher could ever have, Pat was loved by everyone and never be forgotten well atleast not in my heart.