Pat McGinley. A man for all seasons. A father, husband, attorney and last but not least a motorcyclist. I met Pat in 1970. It was a cold snowy morning. I received a call from Pat's right hand man, Walter Preleski. Walt said "Judge Lacey wants to talk to you." Judge Lacey said "Do you want to be the public defender?" Lacking a regular source of income l said "Yes". And that was the start on a wonderful friendship between Pat and I - one that many would say was based upon a common lunacy, our love for the law. I respected Pat because he knew the law. It was a challenge to be on the other side of a legal question with Pat. He did not tolerate fools lightly, but he did respect one who worked hard. Pat had common sense, which is lacking in many attorneys. Yet beneath that gruff mantle of the prosecuting attorney lay the heart of a real soft touch. Pat was truly a man for all seasons, who will be missed by many but remembered by all. So I am reminded of a prom that I read many years ago in high school. I wondered where the title of Death be not Proud came from. I found it was a line from a meditation by John Donne. So i think we all can say on behalf of Pat, death be not proud
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor canst thou kill me;
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art a slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, Death thou shall die.
Divine Meditations, John Donne