Those of us who’ve grown to love the lively words that bounced from the head and fingers of Paul Curran will never be the same.
The writer from Canada has died, according to his neighbor Steve Watson.
I received this email on the contact tab from my blog:
With great sadness I have to tell you that Paul Curran has passed away. Paul passed last week.
A series of the column head shots Paul sent me since 2013 to just a month ago.
I found the email this morning. I arrived yesterday. Steve Watson was listed as the photographer in the If We Were Having Coffee Sunday column Paul had me post here on Sept. 11 after his emergency operation.
I could not find an obituary through search engines.
Paul lived in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. He was hoping to move to Vancouver.
I first met Paul when he began commenting on my stories when I began this blog here on WordPress in March 2013. In May 2014 he told me about a time he and his buddies drove a golf cart into a pond. He sent me the photo so I could post it here. A wonderful relationship grew. I urged him to begin his own blog, but he maintained that his computer was too old and haphazard
Shortly after that, he began writing a regular Sunday Cuppa feature for willowdot21 as well as commenting frequently on more and more WordPress blogs.
An email conversation we had after a comment he had on my movie review of The Judge did not publish resulted in him accepting my invitation to write his first guest post for me. I hit publish on Mum on Oct. 19, 2014. I knew I had a special blogger on my hands, and – yes, I’ll admit it – badgered him somewhat to write more, for me and others here in BloggyVille. I never could convince him to start his own blog. He did continue to write more, here and for other special people in this community of ours. On America’s Father’s Day in 2015, I published The Chief, which I considered the bookend to Paul’s aforementioned piece on his mother, two complicated and fascinating looks at growing up and thereafter.
Then came a period of Paul Curran silence. After a week or so, I grew worried and put out a WordPress call. After all, Paul’s bout with cancer before all of this and subsequent kidney disease and regular dialysis appointments were common knowledge.
Fellow Canadian blogger Linda G. Hill volunteered to stop by his apartment on a trip to his home city. Bad WiFi was found to be the cause, Linda reported on her blog.
WordPress rejoiced at the news. WiFi was fixed. We got our Paul back. His Sunday column came to me, with some rockiness because of his dialysis treatment. I did not receive a column last week. Not the first time in the past several months.
Now, this news.
Sadness, yes. Much sadness.
He was smart. He was worldly. He knew a little bit – or a lot – about most things he saw chose to click upon here on WordPress. He was not shy about sharing that knowledge. Ha!
I look to the north right now and say words of praise and love for Paul Curran. You will be missed very much, good sir.
Now I humbly ask you to share this post, my attempt at a WordPress obituary. I think our community must get the word out about the loss of the man who graced so many blogs with his way with words. If you write your own post about Paul, please link it to this post and tag it Paul Curran’s Passing.