The last time I saw you, you had come over to help with some electrical work at our house. Which is to say … you had come over to do some electrical work at our house while I watched and pretended to help, because really, I know jack sh!t about electrical work.
Afterwards, I offered to pay you, but you refused, suggesting instead that we take you and Mariah out to dinner sometime. I said that sounded like a good idea, but given how busy we all were, I didn’t know when we could make that happen, so I insisted on paying you still, and then we could plan to get together sometime later.
I’m glad I insisted, but I’m bummed we never did get together like you suggested. I never would’ve imagined that day would be the last time I saw you.
Rest in peace, Paul. Melissa and I always loved your positivity and generosity (and yeah, okay … your electrical skills, too).
PS: For anyone reading this, there is a GoFundMe to help out Paul’s family.