Wednesday, April 29, 2015
I first met Paul in the fall of 1996 when I was a coach on our boys' hockey team. While our first interaction was animated to say the least, that was overshadowed by the many great times we had talking, cheering, jeering and celebrating at the rink. Some of my favourite memories were when Brianne and Brittany would join me in the announcer's booth and help me pick what songs to play between plays, or when Jeff was being sent to the box for a completely undeserved penalty :)P I always knew when the penalties were undeserved, because Paul would show up at the door of the booth and tell me so. He also let me know if I missed announcing an assist. I can say without reservation that Paul was in our eyes, a great man, a great father. He sacrificed so much of himself to ensure the happiness of his children. I've thought of him often over the years since our boys played together, and was saddened to hear of his all too early departure from our world. You done good, Paul, RIP.
