My Brother, 1966-2006

I always said my brother lived in his own happy little world. That was never a bad thing. He just lived the way he wanted - did his own thing. He loved his family, we loved him and had lots of friends and with those factors he was rich in the best ways. He had fun. He did things he liked. Did he have regrets? Maybe but he didn't talk about them so he didn't let it get to him. He was a great photographer. He could put a computer together with his eyes closed. He traveled all over the world. He could hustle pool with style. As for style, he had his own. His favorite type of pet was a turtle. He liked all kinds of music. He even played guitar and trombone. He started writing jazz music once. He liked his beer and going out with friends. He liked his Jaeger Bombers (as my friend can confirm). He was quiet until you got him on a subject he had passion about. We always bugged him to smile for pictures. When we were kids, he picked on me endlessly however protected me to no end - even after we grew up. He was my brother. I'll miss him. I will meet him in his happy little world one day.

In memory of Paul (1966 - 2006)