09/25/2026
Today marks one year since we lost my dad.
He was cool, generous, talented, and one of the most fun people to ever be around. He was also humble. Incredibly humble. An Irishman through and through.
He was the funniest guy in the room without trying to be. He didn’t try. He just was.
He was a father figure in many ways to many people over the years, but I always felt like the lucky one. I got to call him Dad. The best Girl Dad there ever was.
His belief in me held me steady through the shakiest and lowest moments. His humor and playfulness made me feel free; full of wonder, even when things were hard. His integrity was simple and unshakable: he never judged anyone by their worst moment.
He was quiet and proud. He built friendships that lasted over 50 years, and actually put in the work to keep them. He instilled in me to seek out people I could admire for who they were, not what they had or where they came from. He could spot fakeness a mile away.
He treated my mother with love and respect. I never once heard him raise his voice at her in anger. Or at me, for that matter. We were cherished.
Pat Higgins was, indeed, a wonderful man. A wonderful father, husband, friend, uncle, athlete, coach, teacher and human being. If you’re also missing him and looking to honor him, you can do so by showing up for the people you love and treating one another with patience, dignity, humor and curiosity. That was his way. That is his legacy.
He will always be with me and I’m very open to talking about him. I know he meant a lot to a lot of people, and to each person, I thank you. Please keep telling me old stories about how cool he was. Every one has been a joy.
Images shot on 120mm with Bronica Zenza Sq. on various film stocks throughout his last year of life. (Besides the selfie and throwback) Love you, Daddio 💚