Paul's Story

God spent decades on my dad. When asked why he needed Jesus, he simply responded that he was going the wrong way. God was patient with him. He was going after his soul and he was saved not by anything he said or did, but by grace, through faith in Jesus Christ. He died without any fear and is now standing in the presence of the one true God. We will all have to stand before God & give an account for our lives. Thanks to the victory of Jesus through the cross, my dad's sins were forgiven & I will see him again in paradise. Amen! In January 2011 Paul was diagnosed with stage 3 lung cancer. Unfortunately on 3/9/2011 an MRI scan showed that the tumor has spread to his brain and is at stage 4 which is incurable. Paul passed away on April 21, 2011. This blog was meant to keep people updated and informed. The family appreciates all the prayers and support.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Saying Goodbyes is hard...

Yesterday was a beautiful picture of family and friends that had come to spend time with Paul in his last days. We all joined together holding hands in a circle to pray together as a family to pray for Paul, to thank God for saving my father and changing his life. It was a bitter sweet moment, or as Paul calls it, "a win, win." In the family circle we asked Paul if he had anything to say. He said,
"I have never been closer to the Lord than I am now. If you need anything, make sure to look up."

Paul is enjoying his stay at the Kansas City Hospice Center. He is grateful for all the company of family and friends. It is a beautiful time of family coming closer together. With the 50 plus people that have visited since Paul arrived, it is evident of how many lives he has impact.

The family knows that there are sleepless nights to come as we wait for the news.
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  1. UnknownApril 15, 2011 at 7:09 AM

    Paul, your friendship in my life means so much to me. I would not be the person I am today without you. Thank you for being such an amazing friend. You has always helped me when I needed a hand. I will never forget that.

    May your memories give you strength. I remember one in New Orleans, when we realize that we were in a gay bar, after we purchased those huge beers, lost Duchow within the bar. To our credit, we finished those beers, found Duchow on the third floor.

    You are in my thoughts

    Ray Jones

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