At Phoebe's wedding. Paul always introduced himself as the favorite uncle!
Yesterday the 17th would have been my Uncle Paul's 100th birthday. His daughter commented on FB that he'd always wanted to live to 100. He died nine years ago at 91 - a good long life.
He was my dad's older brother, and they were close at different points in their lives. Paul was "the life of the party" and as kids we loved his visits. My dad was always loyal to his brother - and Paul seemed to know, understand, and appreciate that quality about my dad.
Happy day to you Uncle Paul - undoubtedly there's a party in Heaven - and you're the "life" of it!
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