Tuesday, June 18, 2024
It has taken me up to now to write about my brother Paul. Paul and I were 3 years apart. I was the oldest.
He always seem to go to the beat of his own drummer growing up. He was tough as nails and could fix cars and do wood working projects all on his own. He taught himself and was good. When he got older and had kids and grandchildren he was teaching them too.
I loved my brother very much and will miss him till I see him again. RIP Paul, no more pain.
