Monday, January 11, 2021
My name is William Walsh. Where do I even start .Paul is my neighbor, but much more than that to me. I considered Paul my best friend. I thought of him as my second father. We would go to lunch every Thursday. I enjoyed every minute I spent with him. I am heart broken from this loss. I now have to look at his house every day, knowing he will never answer the door again. When ever I worked in my garage, Paul would stop in. Now I go in my garage and I just want to cry knowing he'll never pull up again in that turquoise color car of his. Paul was a loving caring man. All he talked about was his family. All he ever wanted to do was to help them in any way he could. Paul was the hardest worker I know. He never stopped working on his "projects". He was always keeping himself busy. He would ride his bike around town for 10 miles a day. We would tell him to be careful if it was too hot or too cold out. And he would reply, "I was a MARINE." Paul was a role model to me. He was the best example of a husband and a father. He inspired me to be a better person. Paul was also a great teacher to me. He showed me many things working in the garage with him or on our many projects we would do together. He was the smartest man I knew. If you were lucky enough to know Paul, you were truly blessed. If you wanted to know any history about our town or any of the people, just ask Paul. He knew everything and everybody. He was a true TREASURE. We always talked about who ever went to heaven first, that they would be waiting for the other one and that one day we will meet up again. He touched many people. Everybody loved Paul. There are MANY, Many broken hearts.
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