OBITUARY
Patrick Paul June 23, 1980 – May 24, 2025
Patrick Paul, age 44, of Boston, Massachusetts, passed away on May 24, 2025. Born and raised in Boston, Patrick was a proud graduate of West Roxbury High School. He built a long and successful career with the MBTA, beginning as a bus operator and working his way up to bus inspector over the course of 18 years. He was known for his strong work ethic, dependability, and quiet dedication to excellence.
Patrick shared a special, unbreakable bond with his twin sister, Patricia his other half and lifelong confidante. He was a devoted father to his three beloved sons: Josiah, Jalen, and Jordan, with their mother Feliesha. He is also survived by his younger twin siblings, Hansey and Ashley; nieces Franchesca, Autumn, and Tadajah; nephews Zachariah, Myles, Jeremiah, and Christian; and great-nieces Emmy and Summer. Patrick was a proud and loving godfather to Nyziah, Leilani, and Aubrey. He held a special place in his heart for his Godmother, Mary.
He was preceded in death by his loving mother, Marie Bernier; his older brother, Ritchie Lafond; and his uncle Joe.
Patrick will also be lovingly remembered by a host of cousins, aunts, uncles, extended family, and countless friends who were like family to him. His impact reached far beyond his immediate circle, and he was known for his loyalty, generosity, and the quiet strength with which he supported those he loved.
Patrick was always sharply dressed and took pride in his appearance, with a well-known love for sneakers and style. But his greatest pride was in being a provider and protector ensuring that his family was cared for and never in need. His legacy is one of love, responsibility, and devotion.
He will be deeply missed and forever remembered by all whose lives he touched.
My Fatrick,
THANK YOU!!!
Thank you for being my uncle! Thank you for being my dad! Thank you for being my gentle giant! Thank you for showing me what a real man is supposed to be! Thank you for loving me unconditionally! Thank you for showering my baby with all the love like no other! I am okay. I’m okay with knowing that I showed you my love while you were here. Of course, ]I will miss the endless phone calls and cussing you out for waking me and Emmy up before our alarm every morning, but more than ever I wish you would call one last time. Of course, I will miss the Instagram reels and TikToks! My forever turn-up buddy. Oh how I need just one more “shot o’clock” or “get it sexy!”
Emmy keeps calling… you watch over her, okay?
To my uncle in heaven: They say there is a reason
They say time will heal; Neither time or reason
Will change the way I feel. Gone are the days
We used to share, But in my heart
You are always there. The gates of memories
Will never close; I miss you more than Anybody knows.
I love and miss you every day.
Until we meet again, Always & forever your Fatchesca
Dear Best Friend,
We met in 1996 at West Roxbury High School. We shared some nice memories, especially from leaving school early, you helping me cross the swamp in the back, and jumping off the back of the bus, to the most precious moment: you meeting me at the end of my classes almost every day. I remember we were supposed to go to senior prom together, and sadly, I chose to get a Movado watch instead of getting a dress made for prom; you still remained my best friend until this day, and I’m still sorry. We worked our first security job together in the early 2000s; we even started our state jobs together and felt like we struck gold (you loved your agency; mine is okay!). You always told me I was in the wrong line of work because I was able to pull any and everything out of you, even when you thought I’d settle for half the story; I always knew it was more because you’re so secretive. We agreed with each other, right or wrong, but at the end, we’d laugh and say, "But if I were you, I’d do such and such." You listened to my repetitive R&B playlist, which you were over after song one. You showed my daughter unconditional love as if she were your own, as I did for your boys. You had a passion for fashion that I couldn’t keep up with, so I lived through you, down to me buying a Guess watch similar to your Rolex, because I would never purchase one. I’m going to miss you talking to me through my ring camera, texting me about being at a location too long. What I’ll try to do for you is learn to speak Creole, make rice, and switch from Dunkin' to Starbucks, because after 29 years, you still couldn’t understand how and why I didn’t pick any of those up yet.
Love your BFF, Adrienne
ORDER OF SERVICE
Officiating…Pastor Ricky Holmes
Remnant Ministries
Processional
Invocation…Pastor Holmes
Scripture Readings…Pastor Myrthil
Old Testament: Isaiah 40:28–31
New Testament: John 14:1–3
Solo…Gabriel Luvan
Prayer of Comfort
Acknowledgements…Pastor Myrthil
Condolences…Gerd’Anice St. Cloud Noel
Obituary Reading…Josiah Bufford
Remarks…Family and Friends (2 minutes each please)
Sermonic Solo…Gabriel Luvan
Eulogy…Pastor Holmes
Recessional
REPAST
Immediately following the Committal Service, relatives and friends are invited to join the family at the Russell Auditorium 70 Talbot Ave, Boston, MA 02124
Dear Dad,
It’s hard to find the right words now that you’re gone. There’s so much I wish I had said, and so much I still want to tell you. The world feels different without you in it quieter somehow, like a part of it stopped moving when you left.
I miss your voice, your advice, your laugh the way you always seemed to know what to do, even when everything felt uncertain. You were my anchor in so many ways. And now I find myself trying to be strong, trying to carry what you taught me, even though my heart feels heavy.
I think about the little things the most. The way you made your coffee, the jokes you told (even the bad ones), the way you showed up without needing to be asked. You weren’t perfect, but you were present, and that meant everything.
I hope you knew how much I loved you, even if I didn’t say it enough. I hope you were proud of me. And I hope, wherever you are now, you’ve found peace.
Thank you for everything your love, your lessons, your sacrifices. I carry you with me in everything I do.
Love always, Josiah
Dad,
It’s hard to put into words what you meant to me. You weren’t just my father you were my guy. We had our own bond, our own rhythm, and I’ll never forget it.
We spent so much time playing sports on video games those battles were serious. You always got me in football, and I always got you in basketball. You talked your trash, I talked mine, but no matter what, we were having fun. That’s what I’ll miss the most the laughs, the back and forth, the memories.
You’d always brag that your sneaker game was better than mine and you weren’t wrong. “I got a job,” you’d say with a grin, like that explained why your kicks were always cleaner. I couldn’t even argue with you. You had style, Dad, and you knew it.
You also taught me how to make diri Kolé and I’m proud of that. But as much as I love cooking it, it never hit the same as when you made it. When you cooked for us, it wasn’t just food. It was love, comfort, and care all wrapped into one plate.
And yeah… you always joked about my big lips “Just like your daddy,” you’d say. And even though I pretended to be annoyed, I was always proud to hear it. Because being like you? That means everything to me.
I love you, Dad. I miss you already. But I’ll carry you with me in my laugh, my style, my love for sneakers, and in every bowl of diri Kolé I make.
Forever your son, Jordan (Pie)
To My Beloved Older Brother, Patrick
Paul,
I'm still trying to wrap my head around losing you. Every day feels emptier without you here. I keep thinking about the memories we shared and wishing I could turn back time to spend more moments with you. Your absence is felt deeply, and it's hard to imagine life without your presence. I love you and miss you more than words can say. I'm holding onto every moment, every conversation, and every laugh we shared. It feels like just yesterday we were celebrating and now you're gone.
The memories are bittersweet, but they also remind me of the joy and love you brought to our lives.
As I sit here in silence, days feel like an eternity. I'm lost without you. Your presence was a constant in my life, and now it's like a part of me is missing. Memories of you have reclaimed everything in my head.
Your smile, your laughter, our conversations – they all flood my mind, making your absence feel even more overwhelming. To lose you is to lose a part of myself. This is a monumental loss that feels impossible to fully grasp. I never thought you'd leave me, especially not like this.
Your absence creates violence in my heart, a deep ache that refuses to subside. My fondest memories are of how much you care, how gentle you always were, and the way you love out loud. You've been there for me since I was a little girl, doing my hair, being there as my brother.
I don't know what I'm going to do without you. Job well done here on earth, P. You were one of the hardest-working people I've ever known, and yet you somehow managed to be there for everyone. I'll never forget how much you always showed up for your “Ti Lili.”
Your love, support, and presence meant the world to me. I miss all of the examples of you showing up, being there for me, with acts of kindness that didn’t require spoken words. Until we meet again, keep watching over your little sister.
#GodOverEverything
Love Always, Ashley Lafond
L O V I N G M E M O R I E S
Big Bro P, Big Bro
P Two Times Over.
I say it twice, because that’s how much more you meant to me and to our family.
Truth be told, your leadership in this family cannot be quantified. You weren’t just an older brother, you were HIM and so much more, time and time again. Hours before you left us, we were out celebrating our daughter- niece, Franny’s birthday. Laughing, dancing, eating, and loving. I am thankful for that night and will cherish that evening and time spent until the end of my days. How fortunate am I to have been able to share in one last joyous occasion and celebration with you. God makes no mistakes. This I know for sure. It’s been 330 days between losing Ritch and losing you. Alternatively, it’s been 47 weeks and 1 day. 7,920 hours. 457,200 minutes. Each measurement of time, infinitely devastating. When we lost our eldest brother, there were no words to truly describe the emptiness and now after losing you, I’m filled with agony. With the pain comes a deeper understanding of why we never really say goodbye, because love like yours doesn't fade and although gone in the physical, you’re still here with us in spirit, and even in this deep grief, I find myself holding onto something stronger than the pain your legacy. Your legacy carriers Jordan, Jalen, and Josiah will be alright. I promise you that. They are surrounded by a village that loves them deeply, and that village is strong. But even more, I am stronger because of you. You poured your strength, your wisdom, and your spirit into me quietly, consistently, and without ever asking for anything in return. That strength has not left with you; it lives on in me now. It anchors me. And because of that, I have the strength to lead, to protect, and to nurture ALL our boys. I will watch them grow into young men with courage, with character, and with the same light you carried. They will know who their father was. They will know the impact you had on everyone you touched. And they will know that their journey forward is paved with the love, the sacrifice, and the strength you left behind. Fly high P, Fly guy P, God got P, God got me. Give Mummy a kiss for me.
With love and eternal respect, Hansey
MY DAD, MY FATHER, MY BUBBA...
I don't even know where to start man like really. My best friend, my twin. This is so heartbreaking to me for real to say "my dad is gone". Who's gonna call me every 5 minutes to see what I'm doing when we're both bored. This isn't real, and it's not fair. Who's gonna crack jokes with me now, who's laugh am in gonna echo with now, who's gonna spam send me IG reels about anything, and ask me for help with his phone or help setting up stuff. The thought of you not being here makes me sick, because the amount of times l've wanted to FaceTime you today and having to remind myself it's just going to keep ringing and you're not gonna call back makes me cry, and I'm already tearing up isn't right. I'm too young to experience this, and you're too young to be gone.
Whose head am I going to rub when it's clean shaven.Bubba who's gonna call my phone in the morning and say "oh wap domi toujou", but I always got up and engaged in our conversation before you told me you would see me later. I just can't bubba, I spoke to you the day before all this shit happened and you were fine you called and I answered and heard a loud "DOMINIC". Now you're telling me that's gone, words can't even explain my hurt. I had to drive your car home and that was so hard I sat in there and cried.. Everyone keeps telling me it's going to be ok push through.. BUT IDK HOW THAT WAS MY DAD MY COMEDIC PARTNER THE PERSON WHO LAUGHED AT EVERY JOKE I MADE. There are so many more things that we didn't get to do together and now you're gone bubba... I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I MISS YOU. #LLP ❤❤
To The Father Of My Kids
Patrick, Thank you!
Thank you for Josiah, Jalen and Jordan and being a great Daddy and example of a good man for them. Thank you for the encouragement and love, for all you’ve done for the boys and I. Thank you for being a listening ear, a best friend and dance partner. Our memories together are our memories together the good, bad and indifferent. Love you forever boo, until we meet again as you would say “fé ba”
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