Condolences for James Patrick Fahey

Karen Rakes Murry posted on 7/27/19

Pat, I just heard of your dad’s passing. Thoughts and prayers with you. I would love to talk to you.


Barbara Alloway posted on 6/3/19

Thought and prayers with the family during this time. I remember you served in the Army with my dad Nelson Alloway. I also remember you from Merry Oaks. You would always wave as you drove thru the park whenever you saw me outside playing. Such a nice man! RIP



Mary Jane (M.J) Nieves posted on 6/3/19

Jimmy you were a One of a Kind. I will always remember you. Rest in Peace. My thoughts & Prayers are with you & your family.


Toby Mosier posted on 6/2/19

Pop and Grandma Dot were always so kind to me growing up being friends Laura. The trust he had in me to watch out for her was something i did not truly understand until I was older and had a daughter of my own. Having his trust and respect was one of the greatest honors of my life. I am happy he had a full life that he was happy and satisfied with. My love and prayers go out to Grandma Dot, Mrs Pat, and Laura


Ann Davis posted on 6/2/19

Pat, I am sorry to hear of your dad's passing. Thoughts & prayers for you, your mom, Laura and family.



Thomas Fahey Burke posted on 6/1/19

Learning of my Uncle Jim Fahey’s passing brought me great pause so as to reflect on my so fond memories of a man who was compassionate as he was tough, proud as he was practical, and more aptly echoed the descriptor, “salt-of-the-earth,” than any other who I have known in my lifetime. Indelible to my memory was a time I sat at a window in anticipation of my Aunt Dorothy and Jim’s arrival, as they drove up from Newport News, VA, to Massachusetts, to visit with family seemingly every other summer of my childhood. That 9 year-old was eager to thwart and trade a day of his summer vacation in exchange for an opportunity to learn and laugh with his Uncle Jim. Indeed, as Aunt Dorothy and my mother would visit and wait for my father to return home from work, Jim took me on an excursion of the hometown I was all too familiar with; first to lunch at Casey’s Diner where I thought it peculiar that all of the “townies” who sat at the stools had not recognized the retired Sgt. Major Fahey sitting beside me. Pondering to the other patrons in my own silence, I asked, “Don’t you know there is a war hero in your midst?” Well, he was my war hero. That day the hero took me to our town’s beach so I could swim in the lake; there Jim taught me to determine the time of day by using the sun, the shade, and the sand; I learned all of the US Army ranks and corresponding insignia; and I learned if ever I were to be in Vietnam during rainy season, the driest night’s rest might just be underneath a cargo truck. Later at a convenience store, I was spoiled with as many comic books as I wanted, and was returned home that afternoon with not only a wealth of knowledge of US Army logistics that only an uncle could make fascinating to a nephew, but the secret wealth of $5 now added to my young wallet, which at the time I believed to be nearly all the money in the world. Ranking second in my memory to that day of excursion with the Sgt. Major was just yesterday when I recalled the same story for my family. Moments after sharing the memory, my son alerted me to the male cardinal now situated outside the window where I sat. Spiritual lore tells us, when a cardinal appears, angels are near. Not only was this cardinal’s appearance so eminently timed, it was his three conspicuously spiked feathers, alert and at attention at the top of his head – ever symbolic of the three stripes issued to the rank of Sergeant, which confirmed to me that all was well where Sgt. Major Fahey now found himself stationed. Godspeed, James Patrick! Thomas Fahey Burke