(posted for Cris & Felix) Buddy, I can't believe that it's been one year. I think of you often. Not a day goes by that I reach for my phone to call you and tell you something funny or just ask you how your day went. It was fun being with you especially around the holidays. We visited your house last

I just learned today that Paul passed away. He was my therapist back in the mid-90s for a couple of years. I adored him, as everyone here did. Rest In Peace, Paul and his doggie.

P-A-U-L still ='s L-O-V-E !!

"Myth" Natasha Trethewey from Native Guard: Poems (2007) I was asleep while you were dying. It’s as if you slipped through some rift, a hollow I make between my slumber and my waking, the Erebus I keep you in, still trying not to let go. You’ll be dead again tomorrow, but in dreams you live. So I

I remember meeting Paul for the first time like it was yesterday. At the Paraportiani Church wall on Mykonos, I was sat looking out to see on my very first day there and he sat down next to me. And he started talking. We went to dinner - at a restaurant that was on a steep slope slope. So steep that

We are all hurting and healing in our own ways, and that's testament... at least to me... of how Paul touched each of our lives in such different and amazing ways. I share with you all my own grief and sadness, but also an abundance of love and gratitude that this man was in my life.