All Saints Day 2020

The Petteys are so grateful to all who gathered at Gate of Heaven Cemetery for All Saints Day Mass in remembrance of Dominik.

All Saints Day Mass from Our Lady’s chapel at Gonzaga College High School was also celebrated in remembrance of Dominik and other beloved members of the Gonzaga community. You can watch the Mass HERE.

Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord!

“Deeper than the well at Seven Locks…”

All are welcome to attend this year’s Memorial Mass for Dominik on November 1, 2020.

The celebrant will be Rev. Brian Chrzastek, O.P. The outdoor 10:00 A.M. Sunday Mass will take place at the gravesite in Section 24 at Gate of Heaven cemetery. (NOTE: Clocks move back one hour the night of Oct. 31, due to daylight savings time.)

“Deeper than the well at Seven Locks, but you can only know that if you swim in it.”

-Dominik’s Letter to Self on a Retreat, February 2014. He’s referring to the deep end of Seven Locks pool where he swam with his family and friends.

Mass for Dominik’s birthday

Mass8-19All are welcome to attend this year’s Holy Mass to celebrate Dominik’s birthday on August 5, 2020.

The celebrant will be Rev. Zygmunt Kurzawinski, a priest for the Archdiocese of Washington. The outdoor 4:00 P.M. Mass will take place at the gravesite in Section 24 at Gate of Heaven cemetery.

“A Christian must be joyful, with the joy of having so many baptized brothers and sisters to journey with him; sustained by the help of brothers and sisters who are taking the same path toward heaven; and also by the help of brothers and sisters who are in heaven and are praying to Jesus for us. Go forward on this path with joy!”

–Pope Francis, Oct 30, 2013 General Audience

In the top drawer of his nightstand

Processed with VSCO with s2 presetDominik kept this small Stations of the Cross booklet in the top drawer of his nightstand.

During Lent, the Petteys tried to pray the stations together on Fridays.

“Whenever we could not go to stations at the parish, we would use ‘Dominik’s Stations of the Cross’ booklet,” says Dominik’s mother. “I know he’d pray it when he wanted to go out with his friends on a Friday in Lent.”  

It would usually be lying on his bed after he headed out the door.

During this COVID-19 pandemic, there may be rosaries, medals, prayer cards, Kairos notebooks or Stations of the Cross booklets in the drawers of your nightstands that might provide some comfort for you now.

When Dominik was going through a tough time Junior year, he turned to prayers and sacramentals for comfort, too.

Ad maiorem Dei gloriam…

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Dominik’s Stations of the Cross booklet on his bed


“I’m ok, don’t worry…”

Five years ago, Dr. G told the Petteys about this experience on Nov. 5, 2014 after Dominik died. Yesterday, he sent this written account. The email came in at 11:11PM.

Dear Patrick, Magda, Nicholas and Veronika,

I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, and that 2020 will be filled with joy, love and peace for each one of you.

I would like to apologize, Magda, for the length of time it has taken for me to write this account of my experience of the days surrounding Dominik’s passing. Compared to what you guys, and other people closer to this tragedy have been through, it seems so totally preposterous to suggest that it is emotionally difficult. However, having greeted Drew at the door and then being the last adult to hear the boys with Dominik before they headed home, I must say, Amy M.’s beautiful and moving post describing a sense of guilt really resonates with me. I also had this belief that I needed to interpret, perfectly, my two brief interactions with Dominik. I’m still not clear why I had this preconception.

Nonetheless, I have been getting gentle reminders from above that I need to get out of my own head and write down what occurred, from my perspective, when Dom passed. For example, just last week, a former Gonzaga student, now a freshman at UVA, came in as a new patient to my office with his father. He was wearing a Dom bracelet (I see these everywhere now, over five years later, not least of which is on the wrists of my two Eagles). The family did not know you all directly, nor had the young man known Dominik except through friends. But when I inquired, both father and son proceeded to detail how they had been profoundly affected by Dom’s passing, and by all of the events that have followed. I just listened as they told their version of what it meant to them. I then shared that Dom had been at our house the night of his passing, and that he had been a close friend of our daughter. Another recent reminder was when a patient of mine shared that she and her husband had been asked to accompany another couple, their best friends, on a trip to Poland. These pilgrims are all journeying together for the purpose of retrieving a relic, a bone fragment, of St. Faustina Kowalska, the Apostle of Divine Mercy, for their parish. I shared your story and the passing of Dominik, and the importance of the message of Divine Mercy to all of you, and this kind woman promised to pray for your family throughout her trip.

It is no surprise to me that I was sent these messages and was inspired to take advantage of the holiday time, and to fight through the emotions, to reflect and document the story of my experience with Dom. I firmly believe and agree with the words of Rev. Mark Knestout in his homily at Dom’s funeral: “There are no coincidences in life – they’re unique occurrences — God’s way of showing us that he is with us, that he is around us, and they inspire us in some way.”

So, here is a brief summary of my experience….

On October 31, 2014, my wife, Liz and I had the pleasure of meeting Dominik, as he and friends arrived at our house to attend a Halloween party hosted by my daughter and several of her friends from Visitation. I will never forget the introduction. Dom was surrounded by his friends, and as he reached to give me a firm handshake with a serious look in his eye, he didn’t see the stepdown into our family room, and he stumbled. All of his friends howled with laughter and they called him a few names somewhat under their breath – he did not break eye contact with me but instead completed the greeting by politely thanking us for having him. Liz and I both remember Dom’s wide smile quickly transitioning to that straight face just before he missed the step and then gracefully recovered. This whole group of young men couldn’t have been more gracious and respectful. Unfortunately, their world shifted dramatically early the next morning, on All Saints Day.

The week that followed this tragic event was agonizing for so many people who loved Dom. Each person’s level of suffering is quite personal at such times. Imagining your family’s despair magnified the discomfort to an unspeakable degree, and the helplessness, and the guilt of the “what ifs” creates a darkness that other tangentially connected parents might describe as simply unbearable, which I can attest to.

Patrick may not remember but he reached out to me through my daughter – I had never met Patrick. I was sitting in the office of a psychiatrist with Liz, trying to make sense and to process the recent events, when the phone call came from my daughter to my wife’s phone. Ordinarily, one wouldn’t answer the phone during such an appointment but our daughter was also struggling tremendously at the time, and we were deeply concerned about her. Patrick’s message, as I received it from my daughter through my wife in that doctor’s office on November 3, 2014, was simple: “Mr. Pettey wanted me to tell you not to worry.”

And as the first week of November 2014 continued to unfold, stories about, and messages from, your family rapidly began to disperse. Most remarkably, it seems that almost immediately your family’s reaction was, and now over five years later unwaveringly continues to be, we must minister to those that are hurting because of our son’s passing – Patrick’s message mentioned above is a perfect example. As I told my daughter then, and what I still marvel at today is, this reaction is extraordinary. Everyone who has experienced the grace of the Pettey family’s ministry to those mourning Dom’s death know exactly what I mean. I believe, though, that your family’s response is absolutely normal for you all, because you live your life in the image of Christ, and you embody Divine Mercy.

And then on November 5, 2014, in the early evening, after a long day of work, I sat in an empty house in complete silence in the family room chair I had been in when I first met Dominik. After a few moments of prayer, Dominik suddenly appeared, standing on the ledge, exactly where he had stumbled when I shook his hand five days before. He held up his hand as if in a stop symbol and very clearly said, “I’m OK, don’t worry, I’ve got this”, and he was gone. He was smiling, confident and consoling, and to a certain extent seemed to have a few more things to accomplish.

To be clear, I have had one other experience like this approximately twenty years ago. When my maternal grandmother was on her deathbed, just hours before her passing, I left her hospital bedside for what I knew would be the last time and entered an empty room a few doors down. I was sobbing uncontrollably and she appeared in the corner and calmly told me not to be silly, that she was already at peace, and that her body would follow shortly, and that I should return to my car and be with my family and head home. I did as instructed and she died soon after.

It has now been over five years since Dom’s passing and my prayer is essentially the same. I pray for your immediate family by name, but I intentionally vary the order, imagining which of you might need prayers the most at that time,… Magdalena, Patrick, Nicholas and Veronika, and then for your extended family. I pray for the other boys in the car by name, Drew, Daniel, Patrick and Sean, and for their families. I pray for all of the friends, mentors, teachers, clergy, and anyone touched by Dom. And I pray for the driver of the other car, and I pray for Dom. After that, I pray the Divine Mercy prayer.

In cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR), the ABC’s are an acronym to remind us of the fundamentals of attempting to save a life when another human is dying – Airway, Breathing, Circulation – the simplicity keeps the provider grounded. In Divine Mercy, the ABC’s remind us of the devotion that the apparitions of Jesus taught Saint Faustina – Ask for Mercy, Be Merciful and Continually Trust in Jesus, which also saves lives.

In my view, it is no coincidence that Dom’s last words in the car, and he and his father’s message described above, was essentially not to worry. I think this is a critical lesson in today’s world, with such widespread anxiety. And my sense of Dom’s brief visit is that when he appeared in the family room, he was completely united with God. And I believe that Dom’s message of “I’m OK, don’t worry, I’ve got this” was to indicate that he is at home and well, that excessive worry is of no value as mercy will be shown, and that we should all just continually Trust in Jesus.

God bless,

Divine Mercy Image, detail of the Heart of Jesus

In thanksgiving

The Petteys are deeply grateful to everyone who joined them this month in remembering Dominik on the 5th anniversary of his passing.

Thanks to all who came to pray at the anniversary Mass and made visits to the cemetery.

Thanks to the Gonzaga College High School Hockey community for the annual Purple White game, and to all of those who contributed so generously to the scholarship fund in Dominik’s name.

Thanks too to the Gonzaga College High School community for the memorial issue of the Aquilian, the celebration of Dom Day and the morning Mass in the school chapel on Nov. 8, the anniversary of Dominik’s Funeral Mass.

Finally, thanks to those in the Archdiocese of Washington who reached out to the family and prayed for Dominik after reading the article in the Catholic Standard.

For all of these gifts from God, and especially for the gift of Dominik, the Petteys are eternally grateful.

Dominik’s hockey jersey on the St. Ignatius statue in the courtyard at Gonzaga, Nov. 1, 2019

Hockey boy

“Dom Pettey lives in our hearts and will always be the beloved #11 Hockey Boy of Gonzaga.” -Rosemary Joaquin


Rosemary Joaquin grew up in Washington, D.C. and is a graduate of Georgetown Visitation.

Rosemary knew the Pettey family from Visitation and from Visitation’s first girl’s hockey team in 2013-14 where Dom’s sister, Veronika led the team. Rosemary knew Dom from Seven Locks Pool and through her brother and the Gonzaga High School community. Rosemary was a freshman in college at Elon University in North Carolina when Dom passed from this world. Like so many from the DC area, she felt very far from home but wanted to offer support to the Pettey family even though she was at a distance.

Rosemary said a prayer and composed a song of remembrance for the beloved “Hockey Boy” of Eye Street. She recorded the song on her computer and sent it to the Pettey family.

Five years later, now a musician in Nashville, TN, Rosemary re-recorded her song to commemorate the 5th anniversary of Dom’s passing.

To hear more of Rosemary’s music, visit



Five Years

notrashchairNovember 1, 2019 marks five years since Dominik passed….

The Pettey family and friends will be gathering for the following events to remember Dominik, pray for his soul and ask him to pray for them.

Friday, November 1: An outdoor 8:30 A.M. Mass will take place at the gravesite in Section 24 at Gate of Heaven cemetery. All are welcome to come and pray.

Friday, November 8: The Dominik Pettey Memorial Purple White Hockey game will be played at the Fort Dupont Rink in Washington, D.C. Opening ceremonies will begin at 5 PM with a 5:30 PM puck drop by the Petteys. For more information about this annual event, kindly visit HERE. November 8 is the fifth anniversary of Dominik’s funeral Mass.

“All our loved ones who are gone, the Lord will give them back to us and we will be together with them. This hope does not disappoint!” -Pope Francis