Paul T. Freyman

Paul and I were friends many years ago. I was just looking up old friends and came across this. I met him in the parking lot at Sterks. He was my go to guy..I had tickets to a cubs game and I called him last minute. There he was. Such a sweet guy. I remember he bought me a Cubs hat too when he went to the concession. One night we sat outside and sHared a gallon of ice cream. When he went away to college he tried to keep in contact with me. Our lives went in different directions and we lost...

Paul and I played football together during our first three years at T.F. North, and while we may not have hung out together after practice or in the off-season, we always got along well. Even though we were from opposite sides of town and such things mattered in those days - we had something in common: we each had an older brother who'd left their mark on TFN's football program.
At the end of our championship season (1970), I turned in my helmet, pads, and cleats for the last time. As...

My sincere sympathy to the family and friends of Paul. I haven't seen him for a long time but remember him as a student/athlete at TF North. May he rest in peace.

Dear Paul Jr.,

Your eulogies today would have made your father very, very proud. Both you and your son have done him a great honor.

In high school I was known, more than likely, as The Hippie. Your dad was, of course, The Jock. But strangely, we both got along. Whether in the hallways where your goofy dad would strut up to me and shout Hey, hippie! and I would return the favor with Want some acid? (not that I actually had any, of course), or in Mr. Water's General Science class...

I would like to extend my condolences to your family. Psalm 41:6.