Paul's story is linked with Lily's too. Paul is Grandma's eldest nephew. The son of her older brother, Micheal and a favourite. Grandma has many cheerful stories about Paul and his mates coming to stay with her during long road journeys which she loves to pull out. She credits her son's, also Micheal, wanderlust to Paul, who he appreantly herocised.
Paul was a big bloke with a big beard, a motorcycle and giant heart. He was loved not just by his family, but by his community, especially his motorcycle mates.
The last time I saw Paul I was 13 and I don't remember him well, I do remember he was kind and a good father and husband. If a self centred 13 year old can percieve these things, then it must be so to an enormous degree. Still, with little memory of Paul, the news we recieved on 7 May 2009 may as well have been a wrecking ball, the way it hit.
Paul had been hit by a truck just outside of Gin Gin on his motorcycle and he had died instantly. He was on his way to his Uncle Ken's funeral.
Paul was just 44 when he passed away. He left behind his beautiful wife and three gorgeous kids. A tragedy in the truest sense.
RIP Paul Chapman, 29 March 1965 - 7 May 2009
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