Paul was, above all, kind. He tended to others’ needs first. He had compassion and made it his life’s work to care for those who had less or those who society may have seen as less, the chronic mentally ill. He focused on the good and helped those who had little. His sincere ability to listen and truly empathize was rare and drew people to him. He grew up with a loving mother and two doting sisters. His father’s passing away when he was 14 impacted him deeply. He first became a ‘kid magnet’ as a young, fun-loving uncle to his sisters’ kids. His impact on children and legacy of caring continued through neighbor kids, his daughter Jessica and her friends, and great-nieces and nephews. Paul loved nature, hiking, biking, travel, waterfalls, seafood and chocolate, his dogs, and his tropical fish. His love and complete knowledge of playing and watching sports, especially football, was unrivaled, especially the Green Bay Packers. Paul had an eclectic taste in music and an excellent singing voice. He loved playing games, especially sheepshead. Above all, Paul loved Jesus and now resides with him in eternal glory.
My Dad was funny and goofy; he had a great sense of humor. He enjoyed all sports and played softball as part of his work’s team for many years. He was my rock-climbing buddy, and would always explore the adventurous, ‘scary,’ drop-off parts of hikes. He loved animals, especially enjoying horseback riding, which we liked to do together. He liked to travel and try out the local food wherever we were visiting. He was very friendly, a good listener, gentle, kind, and very thoughtful. He had a strong faith in Jesus and showed compassion toward others, especially his clients. He was very encouraging and saw the best in others.
~Written by Paul’s wife, Lori and daughter, Jessica.