And there's a special sadness in outliving the younger generation. Even when the relationship is no more. He helped me through my loss of Bob, it was his house I went to when I didn't want to be alone. But that was, of course, when the marriage was good. And our kitty, Ronan, was a gift from him to my daughter. I knew his parents and his brothers, we spent every Christmas together until the divorce. In the 10 years since, they were not amicable, but there are always memories of long ago. RIP, Paul.
« Back to index