Born September 10, 1992. Custom ordered looks from his mom. A baby, who, while the rest of the babies in the nursery were sleeping, was just wide eyed and appeared to be ready to take everything in.
This isn’t an exaggeration. Paul didn’t sleep a lot as a baby, nor did he cry a lot. When he was mad, you knew it because he was PISSED OFF. But for the most part, through childhood, as long as you told him what was going on and he thought it made sense, he’d say “okay”. He was the ultimate team player- almost too much. He was the guy who had a lot to say, but stood back to allow others to be heard. That was his MO. Paul listened. And he felt. And he acted on his beliefs.
This blog is intended to honor my son’s short life, leave a legacy for his daughters, and to help a community heal and learn about the illness that ultimately took his life. I will share his music and his writings each week. And with the permission of those who have already shared, I will share words and writings from friends and family that reached out to us since his death.
You are invited to share as well.
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Paul’s Zen: Words from his mom, post 1
We didn’t cause it, We couldn’t control it, And We couldn’t cure it. But we lived, loved and laughed through it. I promised everyone I would share our family’s journey with addiction. I will. But there’s so much that it would be ridiculous to try to put it in one writing and you will see Read more
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Paul Napholz is Immortal by MJ Neenan
The lives of an untold number of people have now lost one of their most essential components. For many there has been lost a solid foundation of Love, Support, Encouragement and Wisdom. Those who are left behind with apparent futility contemplate with what words they may describe what has happened. With heavy hearts they are Read more
Paul Napholz is Immortal 