There’s no Sunday guest column from Paul Curran this week. He died. Warning. Several glasses of wine have gone from hand to mouth in the production of this blog post.
We don’t know why our friend Paul Curran passed away.
I found out that the man who lived im Ottawa, Canada, the writer who graced all our lives with a guest Sunday column here every Sunday morning and regular comments on many WordPress blogs, had died when a email from a neighbor of his in Ottawa, Ontario, sent a message to me through my WordPress blog attracted my notice yesterday.
I still can’t find any official Canadian obituary via Internet search to confirm Paul’s passing.
But the numerous reblogs and comments since my initial shocked disclosure of Paul’s death in a post yesterday reaffirms my belief that his presence, his words, his comments, his posts, here on WordPress were and are important.
He wrote that he’d never think twice about suing or otherwise because of the screw-up that made him die on the operating table. Then he really died.
There’s no obituary that I can trace. My friend, the guy I never met face-to-face but came to cherish for his love of words and life, this former truck driver Paul Curran, laid out one hell of a story here on
Perhaps there ia more to discover for those who have the people, time and resources to dig. Do you hear me CBS’ 60 Minutes, ABC’s 20/20 and NBC’s Dateline? Plus any other sites out there with an interest and the willingness to poke around? Maybe I’m being too dramatic in the moment. Maybe Paul Curran just died.
Here’s the link to the guest post I’m Sorry, which Paul wrote about his procedure and resulting operation to save his life.
Wnat did the words and wisdom of Paul Curran mean to you? Would you have raised a ruckus if so much have gone wrong during your operation? Do you remember a Paul Curran guest post or comment that influenced your life‘