Sad and in disbelief of the loss of my brother, he will remain very much in my heart and memories.
In our younger years, Paul was a typical brother playing tricks and picking on this little sister. As we grew older we also grew closer.
His friends back then called him Wally. For years he would only eat Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches and he preferred his toast floppy, (as opposed to crunchy). He showed his musical talent by singing and playing the harmonica and juice harp.
Paul was always entertaining with his unique sense of humour and passion for Martial Arts. Having obtained his Black Belt, he enjoyed demonstrating his skills and showing his collection of swords and knives that accompanied the art. He also liked to hunt and wander the bush at our family camp.
My brother, aka Wally, also went by a third name: Richard. Richard was his career name in announcing the news and weather on radio, another passion he mastered.
Paul's death has left, as I quote our Dad, " A Hole." A hole in our hearts we will gradually heal with our precious memories.
Sharing my brother's sense of humour, I'm closing my tribute in the same way he would at times end a phone conversation.
One of my favourites!
"I'm going to let me go now."