Paul Thaddeus Lambert

My best days at Pratt and Larson were going to lunch with Paul. He had the gift of gab but brought so much context to every conversation. I felt I was in the presence of a sage who understood the uselessness of worry. Peace to you dear Paul.

Paul Lambert was my landlord & upstairs neighbor years ago. He has always remained one of my favorite people who I’ve ever known. He was hilarious & kind. He would take care of our kitty if we had to leave town & our cat was obnoxious & got into lots of trouble. He always could be relied on to produce a huge laugh out of me because I never knew what he was going to say! I just loved him. I will miss Paul.

Paul,
Come back, for just a moment, in November. We need every vote for Biden, we can get.

The dead
leave us so quickly

the last
inaudible
shallow
breath

the delicate
final fluttering
of eyelid

the limp
fingers,
once a hand.

But you!

I know you can still hear me-

you have been kidnapped;

why didn't you tell me your password?

I will always, always, always love you.

I return to your obituary, remembering sounds & colours throughout a life. Even now, in spite of myself, I am learning from you.

It is so terribly sad, our dear Paul's death. He was such a wonderful person and I miss him every day. There is great comfort in the fact that he lived such a robust and active life, right up through his last day. He was constantly out, engaged in the world, active, interacting with friends and family, and creating art. At his desk and by his favorite chair were new poems and drawings, current art projects and plans. He lived his life with a full and vibrant calendar. So much to be loved and...