Jack, Nora, Pat, Bridget and Brian Egan of St. Cajetan's Parish
I met Brian Egan through St. Cajetan Parish and Kennedy Park activities. My son played St. Caj football with Jack Egan who was a year older than Conor and my youngest daughter remains very close with Nora with whom Clare went through Three of Seven Sacraments, Pre-K, T-Ball, Soccer, Softball, Basketball and the rigors of eight years of Catholic grammar school on the south side of Chicago. No easy task that. Brian Egan had their little backs.
All through those years, Brian Egan stood on the sidelines, in the stands and in the dugouts, knelt in the pew and supported not only his babies, but every youngster with his coaching skills which were formidable, his encouragement which was genuine and his love which was never turned off at anytime.
His beautiful daughter Bridget suffered with disease and Brian Egan had her shoulders locked in his grip. His lovely wife Pat had a guy who worshiped the sand, clay and blades of freshly cut Chicago Park District grass in and under her sandals. Brian Egan, like most south side guys I know, was life-long overwhelmed by the love of his girlfriend, bride and partner. Well we should.
Brian Egan was too tall a man to cast a shadow. I am heartbroken with his passing from our company but comforted that God has a great coach, neighbor and role model for His Saints. Brian Egan now makes a 'better place' a happier one.
Thanks for being there for all of us, Brian!
I met Brian Egan through St. Cajetan Parish and Kennedy Park activities. My son played St. Caj football with Jack Egan who was a year older than Conor and my youngest daughter remains very close with Nora with whom Clare went through Three of Seven Sacraments, Pre-K, T-Ball, Soccer, Softball, Basketball and the rigors of eight years of Catholic grammar school on the south side of Chicago. No easy task that. Brian Egan had their little backs.
All through those years, Brian Egan stood on the sidelines, in the stands and in the dugouts, knelt in the pew and supported not only his babies, but every youngster with his coaching skills which were formidable, his encouragement which was genuine and his love which was never turned off at anytime.
His beautiful daughter Bridget suffered with disease and Brian Egan had her shoulders locked in his grip. His lovely wife Pat had a guy who worshiped the sand, clay and blades of freshly cut Chicago Park District grass in and under her sandals. Brian Egan, like most south side guys I know, was life-long overwhelmed by the love of his girlfriend, bride and partner. Well we should.
Brian Egan was too tall a man to cast a shadow. I am heartbroken with his passing from our company but comforted that God has a great coach, neighbor and role model for His Saints. Brian Egan now makes a 'better place' a happier one.
Thanks for being there for all of us, Brian!
Brian J. Egan, age 58, born Into Eternal Life on Oct. 29, 2012, beloved husband of Pat (nee Spellacy) for 32 years; loving father of Bridget (Fiancé Matt Houze), Jack and Nora; dear brother of James (Catherine), Janet (Zeke) Loughrey, Terence (Debbie) Carol (Terry) Kayser and Maribeth (Bill) Foran; fond brother-in-law of Mary Jo (Ken) Brooks and Donna (Jim) Dalton; "Uncle Brian" was also dearly loved by many nieces and nephews and countless friends. Visitation Wednesday 2 to 9 p.m. at the Brady-Gill Funeral Home (Heeney-Laughlin Directors), 2929 W. 87th St., Evergreen Park. Family and friends will meet at St. Cajetan Church 112th St. and Artesian Ave. on Thursday morning for Mass of Christian Burial at 10 a.m. Interment Mount Olivet Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, donations to Were Back for Brian.org c/o Archer Bank, 3435 W. 111th St., Chicago, IL 60655 are most appreciated. 708-636-5500 |
1 comment:
I feel so lucky to have stumbled upon your post and read your beautiful words about my Dad and Mom, our family. Thank you so much for loving us and sharing your thoughts and feelings. You've brought me to tears and it feels good to share in the love I also have for my Dad.
I miss him.
Bridget Egan
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