I got a mail this morning saying that Paul, a wonderful person and friend of the family passed away on Sunday. He had been ill for a long time so in a way it is good that his suffering is over but really that sentiment is more often than not blocked by the more selfish attitude that he is gone from us and that he will be sorely missed. I remember many years ago I used to go over to their house in Oakville and play pool with his daughter and a group of her friends until the wee hours of the morning. They are such a wonderful vibrant family, each one of them brimming with Ozzie personality and an infectious happiness and zest for life that you just couldn’t help but love. Paul was the kind of man that you could truly say wrung every drop of enjoyment out of his life. I have always seen Paul in the light of personifying the idea that you only live once and therefore should grab life by the throat and shake the living daylights out of it.
His family quite simply is a testament to his life, wonderful, caring, loving and bursting with life. He will be sadly missed by all who knew him and of course, his family will be in our prayers.