Patrick H. Musshorn

As the last full moon of winter passed through the early morning sky, Patrick Henry Musshorn slipped peacefully into his eternal rest, surrounded by love until the end. He was born February 5, 1951 in Southington to Henry and Joan Musshorn. Beloved husband of Linda Musshorn for 35 years, who never left his side and was truly his partner in life and love. Patrick, along with Denise St. Pierre created 3 wonderful children...Jillian Leigh Thorpe, Tayton Patrick Musshorn, and Thurman James Musshorn who will miss their father greatly but always remember the love he never failed to share with them. He also leaves behind 4 loving sisters, Elaine Boutot and her husband Galen, Linda Williams and her husband Jim “The Snake” Williams, Diana Riera, and Judy Triano and her husband Gene Triano, and 1 loving brother James Musshorn. Although he never played favorites, he definitely had three, his favorite son-in-law Shaun Thorpe and favorite daughters-in-law Pamela Musshorn and Liz Musshorn.

        His pride and joys are his 7 grandkids...Colton, Analeigh, Rori, Jaxson, Zaphyr, Emerson, and Priscilla. The bond they shared will be passed on through generations. Whether it was his way with foreign language or his quick comebacks to Blah-Blah, Papa always made sure to share a laugh with each of them. And even in the darkest times these past months, just the sound of their voices and a warm hug would bring light back to Papa’s eyes. We know he will rest easy knowing his grandkids will  be sharing his love and kindness, and goofiness...and always be trying to make someone cut before the deal for 2.

        As the elder male of the Musshorn clan, Pat took on the role of not only Uncle but Patriarch. Always there for his many nephews and nieces….Scott and Nancy Boutot, Sean Boutot, Jeremy Musshorn, Kelley Savarese, Zachariah and Jacob Riera. Pat also shared a special bond with his sister-in-law Tammy Balch, his brother-in-law and  partner in crime “Big Dan”, and their children Samantha and “Little Dan”. He also leaves behind many aunts and uncles, cousins and kin spanning multiple generations and families.  Also a group of dear friends that have stood the test of time, too many to list, but he had enough love for all.

        A true life Peter Pan, never growing old in spirit, always one for a party or adventure. A man that made watching the blank screen, before the movie started, a comedy show. Growing up we thought our dad was the mayor. There weren’t many times when you mention Musshorn that ‘Pat Musshorn?’ wasn’t soon to follow.  Always greeting his friends with a jovial hello accompanied by a handshake, to then be greeted back with a ‘hey Mush’ or ‘Horn’. Never one to march to someone else’s drum.  He was a true Jack of all trades in the purest sense. Whether it was catering a stag or a party or laying tile or coaching football to name a few. He did them all with both love and passion. Never one to turn down an impromptu time to experience the joys in life.  He always left himself a little freedom for a visit to the beach, a Tuesday afternoon at Yankee Stadium, or even a morning game of Cribbage with his grandkids. He was always there to cheer our triumphs and console our defeats. Hardworking and loyal were some of his best attributes and he gave that to his children.    

        He was a man of many hobbies. His love of golf took him on trips down to Myrtle Beach and to his weekly golf league. Although he wasn’t exactly a scratch golfer, he was never shy in lending some friendly swing tips. A fierce Blue Knight through and through, and former captain.  He loved going to SHS football games, especially the annual Thanksgiving Day game. He also had a love for food and drink, which he shared often with others. Whether it was dining out at a new restaurant or cooking supper for the whole family on a Monday night, food was a way he expressed his love for us. Picnics were always fun, cooler in hand of course. He was one of the only people around who would throw a sideways horseshoe that would hit ringer whenever he needed it to. A nice visit to the lake or a vacation somewhere warm or a weekend trip to the zoo were always met with much enthusiasm. Himself a Casual Congregationalist, Giants football and Yankee baseball were religions with our father. “Thou shalt not take the word of Jeter in vain” and of course, UConn basketball. He also had a lifelong love for coaching football, moving up through the years from midget football with the Browns, to coaching his son, TJ on the Packers, to the Jr.Knight program and Freshman team. Leading the way for his children to follow suit and take up coaching in their own right.  

              We are all blessed in having known this man. He was a good man, a good husband, a good father, and a good friend. May we meet again someday,  and when life begins to ease, may we laugh, may we cry, may we breathe with some peace, may we have but one last drink, You are not alone, but enjoying time getting ready for the feast, save us all some room. We’ll be looking for you, in the last full moon before spring. Love you always.

                         This Sunday March,15 2020 will be a day of celebration of Patrick’s life. Calling hours will be at The Plantsville Funeral Home from 11am-1pm and one hell of a party to follow in The Wagon Room at the Aqua Turf (what better place to Casually Congregate) in Plantsville starting at 2pm.In lieu of flowers feel free to make a donation to Southington Community Services and CT Brain Tumor Alliance in Patrick’s name or give a hug or a friendly hello to brighten someone's day.Go Yankees!!!