The days, the weeks, the months have gone bye and now I realize that Paul has left me with lots of good memories. Good memories that were not easy to focus on until just recently. I remember how happy you were the evening around 11:30 pm when you came to my bed and gently touched my head to wake me up ,as you so often did: "Here Dad put your hearing aids in. Kevin and I have just arrived from Calgary and we are leaving shortly for Gaspe." I still see your great,wonderful smile as you said to me:" I am feeling much better now." I was so happy to see you and Kevin leaving for Gaspe.

Kevin and Paul, two little kids playing on the shores of Lac Cayamant in billy boots and swimming suits. Their red pail is filled with "pollywogs". The Pollywog Club is founded each being a Pollywog Master. Over the years only special friends were allowed into the Pollywog Club. No more will they play on the shores of Lac Cayamant.

Paul is five or six . We are diving back from Florida in the station wagon. Paul sits in his special chair on the front seat between us and ocaasionally plays with the conrols of the radio, the air conditioner,etc. just in front of him.He looks over at me and wonders if I approve. I say to him: "Paul you are in control of that part of the car. That will be your way of helping me drive." The smile is great. The control readily accepted as he says"Ever you go I go ehDad?" I also may add that ,that control was maintained for many years. Always love you , Dad

Over the years we have spent together my mind is flooded with wonderful , amazing memories of our journey together. You have been precious to me always and always willl be. I have always been so proud of you. I cannot spend to much time on these memories today as it hurts me more than I can stand when I realize I will never be with you that way again. It is comforting to feel the presence of your beautiful spirit and to know that you will always be there that way. You kept the last birthday card I gave you with your personal things on the Chinese cabinet in the living room. I have put that card near your ashes. It shows you jumping in a pile of leaves as a little guy and it reads; "Happy Birthday Paul, I loved you then and love you now" and always ,forever. Dad

Sitting with Paul at the last thanksgiving, and talking about the price of gold. I remember driving up in his 4 by 4 a ski slope which he use to ski down as a kid and thinking “ there is no way I would do this”. You know, Paul is a brave man. He made sure everything he did was complete and clean. And the little laugh out of the corner of his mouth, he would say “you think I should do this” and then he would just step on the gas. He would laugh. And this is a steep hill. I was worried. And then I realized something…I knew Paul was doing what he wanted to do. Nobody was going to pull him from it. Paul was going to drive up that hill. Whether we were with him or not. And we should (we will) always look up.

When Paul was just a little guy about 5 years old; the whole family used to go picking berries , in a field ,up on the hill ,in Lac Camament.. We were all involved in the berry picking and I looked around and Paul was not to be seen. I remember being concerned and calling out, "Where is Paul?" Then I saw his litle arm raising up as I heard him say:" Here me am." Today when I ask Paul to be with me, it is like I can still him saying: "Here me am." Dad