Friday, March 15, 2019
As a kid my parents would bring us to New York for a July 4th to see Uncle Paul and Nanny. More than once I remember crying because we had to say good bye to Uncle Paul. While I was in the Army , I would come to visit Paul always treated me like a Rock Star! Even the week he fell, we talked on the phone and he would more time telling me that I was a good guy, than talk about himself. My Uncle Paul made lots of people feel special. The last few years we argued relentlessly online, but I knew he actually enjoyed the fight!! Love you Uncle Paul! Dad has been waiting on you!
