Patrick Michael Lucci, a devoted husband, son, brother, father, grandfather, and great-grandfather, died peacefully on January 12, 2026, in Prescott, Arizona. Born May 1, 1943, and raised in Seattle, Washington, Pat was the only son of Pat and Gladys Lucci, growing up alongside his sister Kathy, with his younger sister Kerry born later. From an early age, he carried the values that would define his life: service, loyalty, humor, integrity, and an unwavering devotion to family; qualities instilled by his parents, who emphasized hard work, respect for others, and the importance of keeping one’s word.

In 1966, Pat joined the Seattle Fire Department, beginning a 30-year career that would shape both him and those around him. He retired as a Captain in 1996, having earned the admiration of his peers and the gratitude of countless people he helped along the way. Badge number 0308, he served at a multiple of stations and assignments, most notably various Attack Units and Station 36, which housed Engine 36 and Unit 99, the Marine and shipboard firefighting team. Though the dangers of the job sometimes worried his family, they took great pride in the noble profession Pat chose, and in the firefighter, leader, and man he became.

Pat was legendary in the department. A fearless, no-nonsense firefighter and combat officer who earned the respect of everyone he served with. Notably, he was first on scene at the Rainier Cold Storage Fire and famously said to his crew, “We’re going to need a lot more help.” He spent days at the Pang Warehouse arson recovery efforts, an event that deeply affected him and was one of the few times anyone ever saw him cry. Beyond the major incidents, Pat quietly shaped generations of firefighters as a mentor, an example to countless firefighters, and an advisor to the Cadet Program.

Pat met the love of his life, Gayle, at Green Lake in Seattle. They married in 1974, and their adventures began immediately, lasting 51 remarkable years. Together, they loved being outdoors, at the beach, in rainforests, and in the mountains as well as going to the movies, dining out, and watching sports side by side. After Pat’s retirement in 1996, he honored a promise he made to Gayle and moved to Prescott, Arizona, in 1997, embracing the natural beauty, better weather, and pace of life he grew accustomed to in his later years.

A graduate of St. Mary’s Grade School and O’Dea High School, Class of 1961 (Senior Class Vice President), Pat went on to attend Seattle University. Pat loved baseball, a fondness he inherited from his father, and it stayed with him for life. He loved the Yankees during the era of his favorite player, Mickey Mantle. Later, he cheered for the Seattle Mariners and Arizona Diamondbacks. He shared that love with his family, attending countless games together and coaching numerous Little League teams over the years, passing on not just skills, but discipline, perspective, sportsmanship, and heart. That love of baseball carried on through his children and grandchildren, continuing a family tradition across generations.

The outdoors always called to Pat, especially the Blue Mountains of Washington State. Alongside his lifelong friends Gary Fields and Jack Simmons, he helped build a cabin that became legendary, known simply as “The Fireman’s Cabin.” Together, the three were often referred to as the “Blue Mountain Boys,” leaving behind a legacy of friendship, adventure, and stories still cherished today. Pat was an avid elk and deer hunter, later enjoying turkey hunting as well. He loved dirt bikes and enjoyed golf, until, as he later joked, he didn’t.

Music was always nearby, with tastes ranging from country to classic rock to Italian opera. Pat loved food. Pizza and ice cream were favorites, and he had strong opinions about the latter: “Round tub only, none of that square box stuff.” He was famous for his homemade spaghetti sauce and enjoyed sharing it with others. And always, Pat loved making people laugh. His humor was sometimes dry, often quick, and always perfectly timed; the kind of wit that made others think, I wish I had said that , while knowing only Pat could get away with it.

Pat took immense pride in his family. He is survived by his wife, Gayle; his children James (Jennifer), Jeff (Mandy), and Patrick (Eric); his grandchildren Ethan, Michael, Tyler, and Kyleigh; his great-granddaughter Mira; his sisters Kathy (Jud) and Kerry (Bruce); his niece Shannon (Ken); and his grand-nephew Christopher. His legacy of service continues through his family. James has worked in emergency services since 1990, and Michael followed in Pat’s footsteps to become a firefighter, carrying forward the values Pat lived by every day.

Pat spent much of his life in the greater Seattle area before retiring to Prescott, Arizona, where he made his home for nearly three decades. In his later years, Lewy Body dementia gradually took hold, but moments of clarity revealed the man his family had always known. A devoted Christian, his family finds comfort in knowing he is now with God in Heaven. Pat will be fondly remembered by the Sullivan, Ianniciello, and Stegall families, as well as by the many great friends he made throughout his lifetime.

Pat lived a life defined by service, integrity, and love. He will be remembered for his leadership, his humor, and the steady way he showed up for the people who mattered most. As he answered his last alarm on January 12, 2026, those who knew him best take comfort in knowing his legacy - strong, steady, and deeply human will live on.

Should you wish to honor his legacy, donations can be made in Pat’s name to the Seattle Fire Foundation: https://www.supportsfd.org/ . No public ceremony will be held. His family will honor him privately, and his ashes will be spread in a place that held deep meaning for him.