Within a few years he was walking and talking and going everywhere with me. When he knew I was getting ready to go somewhere, he would standby his Grandpa and point to the keys hanging on the wall and say 'keys' (he knew without a doubt he was going with me).
One time I caught him sitting by the passenger door throwing my make-up out the window. He was such a little character and so cute!
I can still see him pointing at McDonald's and saying hamburrburr and finch fies. He was such a happy little boy; it was sheer delight just being with him. It was so much fun watching him experience things for the first time!
In time, Paul grew up and fell in love with a girl by the name of Sheri. They married and had two children; a boy named Paul and a little girl named Arian.
In October 1993, my family and I had relocated to Colorado Springs with my job.
In April 1994, I received a phone call from my mother. As I was walking up the stairs, she told me that Paul had died; it broke my heart. He was only 23 years old; it still brings tears to my eyes now just thinking of that day. All the memories of such a beautiful person flowed through my thoughts.
He is still in our lives spiritually. In 2005 when I went to visit family in Phoenix, I stopped by to see my sister. She gave me a statue of a little boy; she said she had strong feelings that she should buy it for me. She sensed that Paul wanted me to have it.
I looked at the statue and it looked liked Paul when he was young. With tears in my eyes, I asked her 'do you know what day it is?' She said 'no.' I said 'today is the anniversary of Paul's death.' We both cried and hugged each other; he had touched both of us that day.
Somewhere up in heaven is a beautiful blue-eyed, blonde haired angel!
Aunt Connie
Within a few years he was walking and talking and going everywhere with me. When he knew I was getting ready to go somewhere, he would standby his Grandpa and point to the keys hanging on the wall and say 'keys' (he knew without a doubt he was going with me).
One time I caught him sitting by the passenger door throwing my make-up out the window. He was such a little character and so cute!
I can still see him pointing at McDonald's and saying hamburrburr and finch fies. He was such a happy little boy; it was sheer delight just being with him. It was so much fun watching him experience things for the first time!
In time, Paul grew up and fell in love with a girl by the name of Sheri. They married and had two children; a boy named Paul and a little girl named Arian.
In October 1993, my family and I had relocated to Colorado Springs with my job.
In April 1994, I received a phone call from my mother. As I was walking up the stairs, she told me that Paul had died; it broke my heart. He was only 23 years old; it still brings tears to my eyes now just thinking of that day. All the memories of such a beautiful person flowed through my thoughts.
He is still in our lives spiritually. In 2005 when I went to visit family in Phoenix, I stopped by to see my sister. She gave me a statue of a little boy; she said she had strong feelings that she should buy it for me. She sensed that Paul wanted me to have it.
I looked at the statue and it looked liked Paul when he was young. With tears in my eyes, I asked her 'do you know what day it is?' She said 'no.' I said 'today is the anniversary of Paul's death.' We both cried and hugged each other; he had touched both of us that day.
Somewhere up in heaven is a beautiful blue-eyed, blonde haired angel!
Aunt Connie
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