March 17, 1955 - December 26, 2021

Patrick Michael Drew, 66, of Baldwin, New York passed away suddenly on December 26, 2021. Beloved husband of Dorothy. Loving father of Rebecca McGann (Raymond) and Henry Drew. Cherished grandfather of Iva. Dear brother of Roseann Leute (John Fairchild), James Drew (Susan), Charlie Drew (Gina), William Drew (Nora), Edward Drew, Thomas Drew (Kathy) and John Drew (Gina). Reposing at the Fullerton Funeral Home, Inc., 769 Merrick Road, Baldwin, New York on Thursday, January 6, 2022 from 2:00-4:00 p.m. and 7:00-9:00 p.m. Interment on Friday, January 7, 2022 at Greenfield Cemetery in Uniondale, New York.

In lieu  of flowers, please consider donating to the Baldwin Boys Association (BBA), which is affiliated with Boy Scout Troop 182 out of Baldwin. Pat was a board member of the BBA and participating Scout Leader of Troop 182. Make checks payable to: "Baldwin Boys Association". Mail checks to: Baldwin Boys Association, 1990 Grove Street, North Baldwin, NY 11510-2630 

In Memory of Dad—Rebecca McGann

My dad was well known for his jolly demeanor, joyful laugh, and Kris Kringle appearance. All of these attributes made him approachable to anyone, young or old, and caused them to have many long conversations in various places. From the grocery store to a campground on some mountain, Dad was always making friends and chatting with the neighbors; and funny enough, these same traits made him easy to spot in a crowd or find from afar. For example, once I had a friend text me that she saw Dad at the supermarket. Actually, she heard his laugh from about seven aisles away and knew it was him before she even saw him.  

Just like that, Dad used his smile, laugh, and kindness regularly to spread joy year-round. He often sported his Santa hat mid-July, depending on his mood, and he also dressed as Santa for various events during the Christmas season. I, myself, even had him saved in my phone contacts as: “Santa”. So, for many, Dad was the real deal Santa Claus.   

Yet, while all of these qualities are wonderful, and definitely a major part of who dad was, they are not what I will remember most about him. Instead, the quality I will keep in the forefront of my mind is Dad’s compassionate Christ-like heart. No matter where he was or who was around him, Dad always thought of the person next to him before himself. He served and cared for neighbors, friends, boy scouts, the church, family, and strangers alike, and if he was approached by someone about any of his thoughtful acts, he would usually just shrug it off, laugh like it was nothing, or oftentimes both.   

More often than not, Dad could be found working behind the scenes, doing whatever was needed in the moment. He never sought recognition, compensation, or glory other than the joy of living his life as a servant of Christ. Dad strived to love God daily, which led him to love everyone. Like the Scripture says: “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the great and first commandment. And a second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself.” Matthew 22:37-39. For Dad, loving his neighbor, whoever that might have been, was a joy in all circumstances, because Christ is his Lord and to love God with all his heart meant to love every neighbor.   

So, as I remember my father and his life, I take comfort in first remembering it through the lens of what Christ has done on the cross to save sinners, so that we may one day be reunited with God in heaven. To that truth, I cling. For by grace, through faith in Christ crucified and resurrected, Dad is now in the loving embrace of Christ, rejoicing in the glory that is to come, and treasuring our heavenly Father.   

I will miss my Dad deeply and daily, yet through the tears I will rejoice in the hope of the glory of God, thankful for the years I had with Dad, grateful for the Christ-like example of a servant Dad provided to me, and hopeful that one day we will be reunited beside our Father in heaven.  

In light of all of this, and in loving memory of my Dad, I look for and find comfort in the following scripture: 

“Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.  Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance,and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us. 

For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. For one will scarcely die for a righteous person—though perhaps for a good person one would dare even to die—but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Since, therefore, we have now been justified by his blood, much more shall we be saved by him from the wrath of God.  For if while we were enemies we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much more, now that we are reconciled, shall we be saved by his life. More than that, we also rejoice in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have now received reconciliation.” - Romans 5: 1-11




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Thoughts & Prayers

Posted by Christina Clark on
Dear Dotti, Rebecca and Henry,
Our hearts are heavy and broken. We loved Pat so much! The “unofficial Mayor” of Paul street. Our friend, “Uncle Pat” & “Santa”. He was one of the good ones! Anything you need, please don’t hesitate. We are with you. Love to you all!
The Clark Family
Posted by Chad Hayden on
So sorry for your lost ????????????????????????????????
Posted by Okrokoto David on
OMG , I just heard this news ????????????. Dorothy, Henry, Rebecca, so so sorry for your loss . I am going to miss you Pat , The Mayor of Paul street .
Posted by Joy Moore on
Mr. Pat or Uncle Pat, the name I'm sure that wasnt reserved for my children and the children of Paul Street. Pat was the "ROCK" of the block. He was our Uncle, our neighbor, our friend and even our dad. He was the first person I met when I moved on the block. His infectious smile and contagious personality is unparalleled. I know I do not speak for myself In stating how much he will be missed and the long lasting footprints he has left on our hearts. He was a living testimony to "loving thy neighbor".
Dotti, Rebecca and Henry We thank you for sharing your husband and father with us. We love him and he will be missed greatly.
Joy Moore and family
Posted by Ceil for Joy on
For Dottie
A Poem for Pat from His Cousin Joy
by Joy Kueny

I remember Pat for his happiness and his laughter.
His laughter was infectious, his happiness was contagious, too.

Pat was a good man, a man of joy, a man of God.
Pat had a heart of gold, heart of love, heart of kindness.
Pat loved Dottie and his children, loved God, loved his family and friends.
I will remember and miss Pat.

In heaven Pat will laugh and laugh forever.
He’ll be with Jesus,
he’ll be with family gone before him,
he’ll be with friends.

And one day
I’ll join Pat in heaven.
First, he’ll teach me to laugh as he does,
a good and hearty laugh.
Then, we’ll laugh and laugh forever.

I will remember and miss Pat.
He encouraged me and showed me care when I was grieving.
He made me smile when I was sad.

I will miss Pat until I join him in heaven with his Jesus,
And laugh with him,
laugh forever with a joy that never ends.

Posted by Tom and Patty on
We will always treasure his acts of love towards us over the years. He was always giving of his time and willing to help. We will treasure the family memories. So thankful for the gift of Patrick in our lives.may God continue to comfort you all and keep you all safe as Patrick goes home to our Lord.
Posted by Mary Johnston on
Dear Dottie, Rebecca, Henry, Ray & Iva,
"You Shall Love Your Neighbor as Yourself" Mark 12:31 Pat was true to this proverb. I still remember how welcoming he was when I moved next door to you 21 1/2 years ago. Seems like it was yesterday. Pat was more than just my neighbor. He was a Friend, a Brother, someone who would listen to you when things were good or bad. The Mayor of Paul Street. He was given this title because everyone on our block loved and respected him.
Always there when you needed him to lend a hand. Never refusing or too busy to help. In December, he was Santa Claus. Giving joy to my Granddaughters and to the adults as well. Loved it when the children would tug on that beard and be surprised that it really was his !
I will miss your laughter, your smile, your wisdom, your friendship and your love. Paul Street will never be the same without you my friend. Rest peacefully knowing that we will take care of your beautiful wife and children.
Until we meet again.
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