Paul will always be a part of my family. I never knew him as an Indian mascot, but as a civil war loving wolverine. After Paul's passing I was emptying out a box and found a rubber butterfly. It was a gift paul had given to me when I graduated. When I found that butterfly, I felt peace and that Paul was happy to be free. I feel that Paul went through life as a caterpillar, always learning and growing. When he got diagnosed with ALS, his body began to wrap him in a self-made cocoon. Though his body had grown weak, his spirit had grown strong and was ready for tansformation. The day he passed he became a beautiful butterfly that is now able to fly free and watch over us. He was loved dearly in Sarasota and he will be missed. He took me under his wing and guided me through some tough years, I will always be grateful. With much love to Uncle Paul from myself and my family
I treasure the memories of working with Paul at Whittier and when he was an administrator. He was indeed a true professional--brilliant, prepared, thoughtful, genuine, knowledgeable, positive, kind, and affirming of others. He embodied qualities every teacher should hope to possess. We will miss him. Blessings to you Gloria!
We will always cherish the happy memories created with Paul and Glenda. From sailing on their sailboat on Lake Michigan to Friday night dinners at the Great Fenton Inn, Paul lived life to the fullest. It was an honor to know him and a privilege to be his friend.
Courage has been defined as "grace under pressure." Anyone who knew Paul knows how he embodied that spirit. God be with you, Gloria.
My brother since I was fifteen! I found out that I had a fear of heights when Paul took me to the top of the Fling Planetarium and then turned on the lights. We were on a plank which I had to crawl off with highheels in my hand. Paul thought it was just the funniest thing!