Saturday, March 6, 2021
Paul and his brother Bill, our first cousins, we're very close to my brother,Laurence and myself. As we lived out in the country, & there weren't a lot of nearby playmates, whenever they came, we were constantly running about outside, exploring and getting into an assortment of shenanigans, including pushing about with poles on a homemade raft on yonder pond. Paul was my brothers age and his Bill, was my age, so our mothers had actually experienced both pregnancies at the same time. I like to think that some of Paul's love of the out-of-doors and desire for a ranch might have come from times spent out in the country with us. Even as a child, Paul had a gift for being the levelheaded one among us, and I think sometimes he probably kept us out of any serious trouble, that my brother or Bill ( sorry guys) might have led us into by cleverly nudging in a different direction than we might have otherwise gone. He will be sorely missed, but my memories of our childhood experiences, are as alive today, and I hope will always remain so, until we meet again. And I have no doubt that we will, and fully expect him to be at Saint Peter's gate with that big Paul "kind of smile", to usher us in when we get there. We love you cousin. Hasta la vista Paul!
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