Eulogy


Paul Deffendall  is dead
that must really be said
he had a nice plump wife
and  led  a  jolly  life
he written  many  a line
while he wined and dined
but finally  Master Time
ended his reign of Rhyme

A little weird but that little poem is what Paul wanted read before I
gave his eulogy.  He also asked me not to draw this out too long.  to
him there was nothing too big about dying.  Paul never understood why
people needed to have a funeral.  He once said that all he wanted was 
a simple hole in the ground and no fuss made over his body.  He also 
did not want anybody to give out his age.  To him a person's physical 
age never mattered.  It was how young a person felt.  Paul also banned 
all mention of how he died and the date that he died.  He did not want 
to have anybody crying.  Paul wants laughter and gladness and a simple
time of remembrance of happier times.

Happier times. . .  Let's see.  He enjoyed clowning around.  There were
times when he himself was broken hearted, but he insisted on going ahead 
with his clown act.  Somehow when he was so down, Paul lifted the rest of 
us so high into the sky.

Paul's happiest times. . .  He was always happiest when he was working
on his poems.  To him they were a way to a better world where only his
imagination was the limit.  Paul wrote sometimes to find his own answers
to the world's problems and sometimes to help someone who needed a 
special lift.  He never really understood the talent he had for writing
poetry.

Well, Paul, that's it.  A few simple words and a few memories of your
life.  You touched each of us in your simple way and then passed on to 
the next thing that needed to be done.  Paul, you are still traveling
on your way.  You will be missed.

Paul Vernon Deffendall
December 6, 1991

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