Paul Edwin Kurlfink Jr.

My deepest condolences to the family of such a handsome young man, now an Angel flying high with our son Andrew.

Grief is never predictable, nor do any of us suffer in the same way.  The will be no magic timelines that will lead each of us to the day that everything becomes cyclic and "normal again." 

Andrew died of blunt force trauma to his head four days following a car accident. He died on July 16th, 2005 at the age of 18.  As the three year mark approaches, there are days that it seems impossible that he's not here, yet there are others, when somehow, I've begun to accept his death as a tribute to his life.  He would never have wanted to lie in a vegetative state in a facility without any evidence of life within. He was an active, healthy, popular athlete, gone too quickly, simply becase he made a snap decision behind the wheel of his car that ultimately ended his life.

I'm not sure why Paul was called home with so much life ahead of him. It's probably a question that each of his family and friends question at time.  The answers will come, erratically and at unexpected times, but eventually, the puzzle will become whole again, just as our sons are now...flying high in Heaven as handsome Angels.

God Bless You All  and please visit Andrew's site if you feel that you can.

http://andrew-collins.last-memories.com

Debi Collins

If I could part the clouds to Heaven, I'd humbly walk right through.
I'd kneel before God reverently, and ask, "May I please speak to you?"
"I have a friend who's hurting, and I don't know what to do.
I've come to ask for your advice, and a favor of you, too."
"I need to borrow Paul from you, it shouldn't take too long.
I need him to come and tell his mom to hold on and be strong."
"I know that Heaven's brighter since Paul walked through your door,
and though your taking care of him, his mom needs him more."
Then God would say, "My child I know it's hard to understand,
let's walk awhile while I explain,” He'd take me by the hand.
He'd say "Go tell his mom to keep her mind on things above,
and someday soon she'll see again her son she dearly loves."
"Tell her I know her mind is tired, her heart is broken, too,
for if you've not forgotten, I know just what she's going through."
"I had to watch my only son be tortured on the cross,
and then to know his mother suffered, too, her greatest loss."
"You tell her to remember to talk to me each day,
for as much as you would like to help, I am the only way."
"You tell her Paul is happy, for there is no sadness here,
and someday soon I'll give her peace and dry up every tear.
"For now she'll have to make it on memories alone,
but one day soon she'll be with him, my love will bring her home."
I'd thank God for his message, that I could bring back down,
and then I'd wave goodbye to Paul, and touch his shining crown.
He'd tell you not to suffer, that you'd never understand,
but when you're in your hardest times, reach out and take his hand.

Miss You Paul!

Thinking of you Paul