Paul Maloney Tribute

Memories of Paul Maloney

The Valley

Karen (Jun 17, 2008)

I came across this song called the Valley this weekend written by Jane Siberry and sung below by KD Lang. It reminds how much Paul suffered. The part that touched me the most was:

I love the best of you
You love the best of me
Though it is not always easy
Lovely? lonely?



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMDMA6FqvXY

Karen

Midnight on an Island

Karen (Jun 03, 2008)

This poem reminds me of being on an island in the middle of the night with Paul, listening to the wind blow over the tops of the trees, staring at the stars, and trying to understand how incredible it all is.

OH, everything is far
and long ago.
I believe that star
these thousand years is dead,
though I still see its light.
I would like to walk
out of my heart
under the wide sky.
I would like to pray.
One of all these stars
must still exist.
I believe I know
which one
still lasts
and stands like a city, white
in the sky at the end of the beam of light...

Paul and the cottage

Tony Kez (Jun 02, 2008)

I think Paul's biggest love in his life was his cottage. He was so proud of it. I spent some nice times with him there. He was always fixing it and had plans to make it always better. It's sad that he won't be their anymore. He was a really good man..... always ready to help and talk and give the paul advice

Paul, Karen, Tony

Tony Kez (Jun 02, 2008)

I remember Karen and Paul showing me their dance for the beginning of Law and Order when they lived together. We used to have so much fun eating talking and just tasting life. It was just so nice nice, I thought it would never end...... life can be a bitch

Hey Suz!

Susie (Jun 02, 2008)

My memory today is not really a memory but rather a vision. I just can see Paul sitting there, at a cafe, or at a restaurant or at a bar, wherever we had decided to meet. I would run into the place and look around and see Paul. So many times, so many different places, for so many different reasons, but always the same Paul, with the same little smile, waiting for me. It seemed as though he was always there before me. He had found himself a comfortable little spot and ordered himself a little something and waited for me to get there. I can see him as clear as anything. "Hey Paul!" I would say. "Hey Suz! " was the response.

Snowstorm at the Cottage

Karen (May 29, 2008)

For the first couple of years after moving to NYC, Paul and I would spend American thanksgiving at Mom’s cottage. One year, Paul picked me up at the airport and we went shopping and bought all this great food and wine. We picked up the cat. On the way up, Paul stopped and ordered some wood (or made sure the wood was delivered). When we finally got to the cottage, we had absolutely everything we would ever need. We unpacked, we started a fire, we opened a bottle of wine, we got dinner on…it was great. AND then it started to snow. And it snowed and snowed and snowed. All night and all the next day. Even if we needed to get out there would be no way. After the snow eased up, Paul and I went for these long beautiful walks and took amazing pictures (I will have to find them again). There would be no one in the world I would have rather been with than Paul for that weekend, that snowstorm, that peaceful wonderful moment. Paul was so much fun (so many laughs)! Paul was so easy to be with (more than anyone else, I always felt myself with Paul). The best talks and walks and one of the best weekends of my life.

The Chalet & Paul

Bev Maloney (May 28, 2008)

See below.
There was an error on the sender name in my message below. They used the name of one of the pictures I uploaded instead of my user name.
B.

Classic Paul!

Karen (May 28, 2008)

Once, Paul and I drove all the way out to west Ottawa to this one video store that was open all night to pick up a movie. It was the usually stuff when it came time to rent it. “Which Paul Maloney?” the lady asked behind the counter. Of course, there were a few accounts: Paul Maloney at Leaside, Paul Maloney at Alta Vista, John Paul Maloney, PJ Maloney, etc, etc. They all had late charges. Anyway, we paid some late fees and took our movie and left the store. On the way home, Paul was driving very fast. He often did this to annoy me. I would say “Paul, please slow down, you are making me nervous.” For which he only went faster!! The roads were completely empty, because it was quite late at night. As Paul was driving at this fast speed, he sees a light changing orange in the distance and decides to make a run for it. As he approaches the intersection, Paul notices a police car stopped at the intersection waiting for the light to change. Immediately, Paul reverses his decision to run through the orange light (almost red now) and hits the brakes HARD. Right in front of the police car, Paul’s car goes skidding loudly through the entire intersection!! Paul pulls over and waits for the police. The police car slowly puts on its flickers, makes the turn, and pulls up behind Paul’s car. The police guy must have thought it was the funniest thing as well, because all he did was make a joke about Star Trek and the speed control, or something. Paul got the joke. I didn’t. But it was classic Paul!!

The Chalet & Paul

Bev Maloney (May 27, 2008)

The last time I saw Paul was at our Chalet last Thanksgving. He had bought a beautiful bottle of wine and had met David, the kids and me downtown for dinner. After everyone had gone to bed, Paul had wanted to open his bottle of wine and wanted to share it with only me. I told him we should wait and share it later, after another late night when everyone else had arrived and we could be alone together again and laugh at the evening's antics, as we had done so many other times. He agreed.
We sat up anyway and drank, well a less expensive bottle of wine, and talked and talked as we had done many other times. Paul was so comfortable and happy. He loved our chalet as I think it embodied everything he liked; the rugged outdoors, the open air, the relaxed setting, close to his favorite thing skiing and most of all, the quiet in the mountains and the beautiful starry nights. He alwasy wanted to show me the stars and loved sleeping on the big couch so he could enjoy the end of the fire and look up and see the stars.
We had a great night and I now know he must have been suffering even then but he not let that spoil our evening. Paul would never do that. It was a special time and he of all people knew how to make things special.
We had spoken many times after that but that weekend was the last time I saw my wonderful, beautiful, loving brother Paul and it wil be seared in my memory forever.
I miss you Paul and love you more than you'll ever know and as much as there are so many other phenomenal memories, this one I share with all of you now, will be mine to keep and cherish forever.
Love you beyond words Paul.
Bev.

Bees at the baptism

Susie (May 27, 2008)

I saw a bumble bee this morning and it reminded me of Paul at Mia's baptism. I had prepared all sorts of food and was serving it in the dinning room but all the doors and windows were open so that people walked in and out as they wished. Well I attracted a huge amount of bees...and they were all buzzing around and it was very distracting. Paul took it upon himself to start the process of total bee elimination and he carried a folded up piece of newspaper around with him all afternoon and would continually swat the bees one at time whenever they landed on the table or chairs. It was getting kinda annoying but was also sorta funny. The next day after the baptsim when everyone had gone home, my little girl starting moving her arm quietly in an upward motion and then would smash it back down. For a few days I didn't know what she was doing then Ifigured it out....she was copying uncle Paul!

Cumin Chicken

Susie (May 26, 2008)

I remember once when I was living in Toronto and going through what I thought was a tough time in my life, Paul came to visit me. I went to work that day and Paul went grocery shopping for incredients to make me his Cumin Chicken. When we met after work he showed me everything he ahd bought which included a nice bottle of Bordeaux. When we got back to my apartment, Paul told me to relax and he was going to make us a nice dinner. He started to prepare the sauce, he opened the bottle of wine and then when he opened up the chicken...it was rotten!! He was so so so upset about the chicken that he wrapped it up. The next morning, I went to work while Paul marched back to the butcher with the bag of chicken. I don't think he cared about the meal or the chicken as much as the fact that he had tried to make something nice for me and he thought it had not worked out. The saying "It was the thought that counts' really applies here Paul. I love you and miss you. And thanks for being there for me. You have no idea how much I wish I had been there for you.

Cumin Chicken

Susie (May 26, 2008)

I remember once when I was living in Toronto and going through what I thought was a tough time in my life, Paul came to visit me. I went to work that day and Paul went grocery shopping for incredients to make me his Cumin Chicken. When we met after work he showed me everything he ahd bought which included a nice bottle of Bordeaux. When we got back to my apartment, Paul told me to relax and he was going to make us a nice dinner. He started to prepare the sauce, he opened the bottle of wine and then when he opened up the chicken...it was rotten!! He was so so so upset about the chicken that he wrapped it up. The next morning, I went to work while Paul marched back to the butcher with the bag of chicken. I don't think he cared about the meal or the chicken as much as the fact that he had tried to make something nice for me and he thought it had not worked out. The saying "It was the thought that counts' really applies here Paul. I love you and miss you. And thanks for being there for me. You have no idea how much I wish I had been there for you.

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