Paul was born on Friday, September 4, 1970 to Paul and Debbie (Hargove) Kellwood. The whole family was there waiting for his arrival and we weren't disappointed. He was a healthy, blue eyed little angel; he was perfect in every way.
Within a few years he was walking and talking and going everywhere with me. When he knew I was getting ready to go somewhere, he would standby his Grandpa and point to the keys hanging on the wall and say 'keys' (he knew without a doubt he was going with me).
One time I caught him sitting by the passenger door throwing my make-up out the window. He was such a little character and so cute!
I can still see him pointing at McDonald's and saying hamburrburr and finch fies. He was such a happy little boy; it was sheer delight just being with him. It was so much fun watching him experience things for the first time!
In time, Paul grew up and fell in love with a girl by the name of Sheri. They married and had two children; a boy named Paul and a little girl named Arian.
In October 1993, my family and I had relocated to Colorado Springs with my job.
In April 1994, I received a phone call from my mother. As I was walking up the stairs, she told me that Paul had died; it broke my heart. He was only 23 years old; it still brings tears to my eyes now just thinking of that day. All the memories of such a beautiful person flowed through my thoughts.
He is still in our lives spiritually. In 2005 when I went to visit family in Phoenix, I stopped by to see my sister. She gave me a statue of a little boy; she said she had strong feelings that she should buy it for me. She sensed that Paul wanted me to have it.
I looked at the statue and it looked liked Paul when he was young. With tears in my eyes, I asked her 'do you know what day it is?' She said 'no.' I said 'today is the anniversary of Paul's death.' We both cried and hugged each other; he had touched both of us that day.
Somewhere up in heaven is a beautiful blue-eyed, blonde haired angel!
Aunt Connie
Within a few years he was walking and talking and going everywhere with me. When he knew I was getting ready to go somewhere, he would standby his Grandpa and point to the keys hanging on the wall and say 'keys' (he knew without a doubt he was going with me).
One time I caught him sitting by the passenger door throwing my make-up out the window. He was such a little character and so cute!
I can still see him pointing at McDonald's and saying hamburrburr and finch fies. He was such a happy little boy; it was sheer delight just being with him. It was so much fun watching him experience things for the first time!
In time, Paul grew up and fell in love with a girl by the name of Sheri. They married and had two children; a boy named Paul and a little girl named Arian.
In October 1993, my family and I had relocated to Colorado Springs with my job.
In April 1994, I received a phone call from my mother. As I was walking up the stairs, she told me that Paul had died; it broke my heart. He was only 23 years old; it still brings tears to my eyes now just thinking of that day. All the memories of such a beautiful person flowed through my thoughts.
He is still in our lives spiritually. In 2005 when I went to visit family in Phoenix, I stopped by to see my sister. She gave me a statue of a little boy; she said she had strong feelings that she should buy it for me. She sensed that Paul wanted me to have it.
I looked at the statue and it looked liked Paul when he was young. With tears in my eyes, I asked her 'do you know what day it is?' She said 'no.' I said 'today is the anniversary of Paul's death.' We both cried and hugged each other; he had touched both of us that day.
Somewhere up in heaven is a beautiful blue-eyed, blonde haired angel!
Aunt Connie
Paul was born on Friday, September 4, 1970 to Paul and Debbie (Hargove) Kellwood. The whole family was there waiting for his arrival and we weren't disappointed. He was a healthy, blue eyed little angel; he was perfect in every way.
Within a few years he was walking and talking and going everywhere with me. When he knew I was getting ready to go somewhere, he would standby his Grandpa and point to the keys hanging on the wall and say 'keys' (he knew without a doubt he was going with me).
One time I caught him sitting by the passenger door throwing my make-up out the window. He was such a little character and so cute!
I can still see him pointing at McDonald's and saying hamburrburr and finch fies. He was such a happy little boy; it was sheer delight just being with him. It was so much fun watching him experience things for the first time!
In time, Paul grew up and fell in love with a girl by the name of Sheri. They married and had two children; a boy named Paul and a little girl named Arian.
In October 1993, my family and I had relocated to Colorado Springs with my job.
In April 1994, I received a phone call from my mother. As I was walking up the stairs, she told me that Paul had died; it broke my heart. He was only 23 years old; it still brings tears to my eyes now just thinking of that day. All the memories of such a beautiful person flowed through my thoughts.
He is still in our lives spiritually. In 2005 when I went to visit family in Phoenix, I stopped by to see my sister. She gave me a statue of a little boy; she said she had strong feelings that she should buy it for me. She sensed that Paul wanted me to have it.
I looked at the statue and it looked liked Paul when he was young. With tears in my eyes, I asked her 'do you know what day it is?' She said 'no.' I said 'today is the anniversary of Paul's death.' We both cried and hugged each other; he had touched both of us that day.
Somewhere up in heaven is a beautiful blue-eyed, blonde haired angel!
Aunt Connie
Within a few years he was walking and talking and going everywhere with me. When he knew I was getting ready to go somewhere, he would standby his Grandpa and point to the keys hanging on the wall and say 'keys' (he knew without a doubt he was going with me).
One time I caught him sitting by the passenger door throwing my make-up out the window. He was such a little character and so cute!
I can still see him pointing at McDonald's and saying hamburrburr and finch fies. He was such a happy little boy; it was sheer delight just being with him. It was so much fun watching him experience things for the first time!
In time, Paul grew up and fell in love with a girl by the name of Sheri. They married and had two children; a boy named Paul and a little girl named Arian.
In October 1993, my family and I had relocated to Colorado Springs with my job.
In April 1994, I received a phone call from my mother. As I was walking up the stairs, she told me that Paul had died; it broke my heart. He was only 23 years old; it still brings tears to my eyes now just thinking of that day. All the memories of such a beautiful person flowed through my thoughts.
He is still in our lives spiritually. In 2005 when I went to visit family in Phoenix, I stopped by to see my sister. She gave me a statue of a little boy; she said she had strong feelings that she should buy it for me. She sensed that Paul wanted me to have it.
I looked at the statue and it looked liked Paul when he was young. With tears in my eyes, I asked her 'do you know what day it is?' She said 'no.' I said 'today is the anniversary of Paul's death.' We both cried and hugged each other; he had touched both of us that day.
Somewhere up in heaven is a beautiful blue-eyed, blonde haired angel!
Aunt Connie
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