Patricia Ann Bergin|
Born: Brisbane, January 2, 1937
Died: Brisbane, June 2, 2014
PATRICIA was born the eldest of seven children to Jack and Patricia Blunt.
She had a happy childhood growing up on dairy farms and sheep and cattle stations around western Queensland and northern NSW.
Eventually her family settled in Toowoomba where she completed her schooling with excellent results, despite having attended about 14 different schools.
Moving to Brisbane in 1953 Trish began work at the MLC and then as a stenographer for the ABC.
She was also a member of the YWCA (Young Women’s Christian Association).
However, it was in 1956 that her life changed when she met her future husband William Bergin at the Police Ball.
They were inseparable and married a year later – Bill aged 24 and Trish 20 years at St Mary Magdalene’s Church, Bardon – and on May 25 this year they celebrated their 57th wedding anniversary.
Most of her married life was spent in Brisbane, however the years she spent on transfer due to Bill’s police position, she thoroughly enjoyed living in Rockhampton, Mareeba and Roma.
Eventually on Bill’s promotion back to Brisbane as a police superintendent, she resettled happily back into Brisbane life and together they enjoyed 27 happy years in retirement, surrounded by their now ever growing family.
Trish had a keen mind and an adventurous spirit.
She was a woman with a deep devotion to her Catholic faith, and it was her faith and extended family that were the cornerstones of her life.
Trish had a wonderful capacity to make everyone feel special and loved.
She was a loving wife to Bill, mother and mother-in-law to Tony and Judy, Clare and Peter, Donna and Michael, Paul and Amanda, Justin and Natalie, and Barb and Chris.
She was a treasured grandmother of 38 and great-grandmother of two.
She will also be greatly missed as a loving sister, sister-in-law, aunt and friend.
As Trish spent her final days gracefully and bravely in hospital, the words of the Second Letter of Timothy come to mind:
“As for me, my life has already been poured out as an offering to God. The time of my death is near. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, and I have remained faithful. And now the prize awaits me — the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give me on the day of his return. And the prize is not just for me but for all who eagerly look forward to his appearing.”
Rest in Peace. You will never be forgotten.