I have so many memories of growing up with my older brother, Paul. He was the perfect child in the eyes of the nuns in catholic school. I was the 'not so perfect' little sister. In my early life, Paul was my closest friend. Paul anticipated that I would ruin every Christmas by waking up before Santa Claus arrived. We spent many hours doing homework at the kitchen table, sometimes talking more that we worked. He always finished his work first. Paul loved following baseball. In the 60's, games were only on the radio. The best radio reception was on the car radio. Many a summer night, Paul could be found in the car listening to a ball game. Paul was smart and well read. I was always proud to be his sister. His legacy is his beautiful family. Rest in Peace. Love, Marie