Allen,

To say you were a big part of my childhood would be an understatement. In the aftermath of my parents' car accident, when I lived with Aunt Betty and Uncle Jim while my mom was in the hospital, the entire Paul family welcomed me, making me feel safe and secure... even when your dad held me upside down so I could walk on the ceiling of the barn.

Through the rest of my childhood, I spent as much time as I could at the farm or at Clayton Lake. The memories are vivid, and you're always there. Doing chores in the barn, gathering sap in the early springtime, goofing around in the hayloft, flying across the snowy fields on the back of the skidoo, piled onto the sleigh for the traditional winter sleigh rides... memories I'll always cherish.

Then there was high school... from taking turns listening to Billy Idol on your Walkman during our Wildwood exchange, to cramming into your car and making the trek into Ottawa for concerts or just to eat wings at Hurley's. I seem to recall driving on the Queensway with no headlights, but I'm sure I must be mistaken.

You were always like a brother to me and, although we lost touch after high school, the west called to both of us and we started our families out here. Your beautiful wife and son (who looks just like you) couldn't have asked for a better husband and father.

Your passion for life and your incredible strength inspire everyone who's ever had the privilege of knowing you. We'll carry you in our hearts always.

Christine (Dugdale) Foshaug