Paul was my little brother, although he certainly did not look like my LITTLE brother. He had a smile that would melt your heart, and I miss seeing that smile so much. It warms my heart to see all of these post, even from people who did not know my brother. God bless you all for thinking about him. Sometimes, I feel like I am living a dream, and maybe that is how I deal with the pain. The bad thing is that this is not just a dream. My heart breaks a little more each day from missing P.F.