Paul Wainwright Collin

1936 - 2024

Paul Wainwright Collin, age 88, of Savannah, passed away, surrounded by his family, on September 5th, 2024. He was born and raised in Chicago and has been a resident of both Savannah, GA and Park Ridge, IL for the past 38 years.

Paul leaves behind his beautiful bride of 68 years, Julianne Collin of Savannah, GA, favorite sister Dorothy Collin of Chicago IL, wonderful children: daughter Lisa Fulton and husband Robert John Fulton Jr. of Branchburg, NJ, and son Phillip Collin and wife Olga Collin of Golf, IL. He leaves behind 8 fantastic grandchildren, Robert Fulton III of Jersey City, NJ, Katie Fulton of Media, PA, Timothy Fulton of Belmar, NJ, Jacob Collin, Patrick Collin, and Tanner Collin of Chicago IL, Sierra Collin of Hawaii, and Sophie Collin of Chicago, IL. He also leaves behind the newest member of the family, his Great Granddaughter Amelia Buss of Hawaii. Paul was also blessed with his own personal angel and caregiver Traci Tomasino. Traci was not just a caregiver, but a true friend and an official member of the family.

Paul was a proud graduate of University of Iowa, class of 1958. He and Julie married their sophomore year. He ran Allmetal Inc. for many years before retiring and passing the business to his children Phillip and Lisa.

To know, or even just to meet Paul Collin was to love him. It's really as simple as that. He was the stranger riding his bike past waving a good morning, the man that you randomly got into a conversation with at the grocery store that had you leaving with a huge smile on your face, the man telling inappropriate jokes you couldn't help but laugh at, and the man who was always holding either a cigarette or a book, often both. Paul told stories like no other, and could always be counted on to randomly sing a silly song, or make sure his Grandchildren knew that the Master Monster Monkey would be there to eat the trash they threw down the chute. Amazingly, none of them ended up with nightmares from that one. Paul loved his family something fierce. He was always beyond happy to attend sporting events, vacations, holidays, celebrations or just because moments, and is the reason we have so many photos of our memories as a family. His number one person was always Julie though, and he was hers. The two didn't say goodbye without at least a kiss on the forehead, and when she would get up to go take a nap he would immediately jump up to go tuck her in, setting an impossibly high standard of love and adoration for any future men of the family.

She never liked his favorite candy, jelly beans, but she always made sure to have plenty on hand for him, which he often ate in the middle of the night. They also traveled the world together, capturing moments and memories in each place, often including his sister Dorothy on their adventures. He was a big fan of a new toy, and had great times with his cars, boats, and planes, and the friends those hobbies brought into his life. In recent years, he loved to sit in the den with a book, a cigarette, and his wife Julie; reading silently, then stopping to talk for a few minutes, and go right back to reading. If you couldn't find him there, he was likely on the back porch having a cigar. Whether you knew Paul well, or just in passing, his loss is monumental. Paul was a light that shone brighter than the sun. The world is a bit dimmer without him here, but his memory will live on in the amazing memories we all have of him.

Paul joins his Mother Martha, Father Paul, Aunt Elizabeth, Step-Mother Maybelle, Uncle Lyman and many friends and extended family.

In lieu of services, the family asks that you visit Julie and continue to bring her peace in his absence.