Paul-Mountain-Obituary

Paul B. Mountain

West Brookfield, Massachusetts

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Paul B. Mountain left his pain behind early on the morning of December 8, 2008, leaving the memory of his warm love with those he left behind.He was born in Worcester on October 15, 1944, son of Harold and Lillian (Greene) Mountain and grew up on "Airport Hill" near Tatnuck Square. He and his...

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Gladys, Doug and I are so sorry for your loss. Our thoughts and prayers go out to you and your family. Love and prayers to you. Nicki Doyle

Gentle, loving, kind, PATIENT, unselfish, thoughtful, smart, PATIENT, handy, PATIENT, quiet, calm, PATIENT, funny, PATIENT, large hearted, PATIENT.
These are just some of the things I loved about him.
He helped me to look at myself without being judgemental. Always showing PATIENCE.
Now, largely due to him, I am able to look at myself and be ok with who I have become.
I miss him so much.

We will always remember Paul's calm, his quiet confidence, and his friendly helpful nature. God Bless

May the love of friends and family carry you through your grief.

May God bless you and your family in this time of sorrow.

Gladys,
Our thoughts and prayers go out to you and your family. May your memories help you through this difficult time. If you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to call.

Our hearts goes out to Gladys and the entire family. We will always remember all the good times with Paul and Gladys. We emulated the relationship Paul and Gladys shared, they were indeed the best of friends! We always enjoyed Paul's company when they would entertain us at their home or when we entertained at our home. He was a good man and we are blessed to have been fortunate enough to be able to say he was a good friend. We will miss him deeply and his awesome smile. We are here for you...

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may...

You will always live in our hearts and prayers.