On Thursday June 10th, 2021, in the twelfth round of a ten year match, just before the ding of the bell, Al Paul packed up his big heart, stubborn soul, radiant smile, crossed the ropes, and walked away from his battle with brain cancer.
Al left the world the way he lived in it, on his own terms and with his wife and son by his side. “Armed with will, and determination and grace too.”
He is neck deep in powder now, or shooting the round of his life with any angel lucky enough to join him.
Al wanted everyone to know that life is beautiful, worth every adventure you
say yes to, and a perfect day can be as large as a long walk up a mountain or as simple as a movie day on the couch with the people you love. Also (and he really can’t stress this enough): He was the best skier on the mountain.
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Colt, I hardly knew your dad but he generously gave me an unforgettable memory. I met him in the dark early one morning at the bottom of the mountain and while he expertly demonstrated his day-job (night job?) we meandered and groomed our way to the top just in time to watch the sun-rise. I took a few photos before the hill opened and I was allowed to snowboard down. The image below regularly reminds me of those times in BC. Al will be missed, even by those, like me, who hardly knew him.
