After battling cancer for ten years, Paul died when he was just 49. “He always said he wouldn’t live to be 50. He just had a gut feeling,” Laurie, his wife, shares.
One thing he didn’t predict though, was that the cancer would take away his sight.
“When Paul went blind, he was devastated…his eyes were so important to him…” Laurie remembers.
“He had really sharp eyes. In the country, the hawks were flying around in abundance. Paul carried a tiny telescope so that he could look at the hawks up close… earning him the nickname ‘Hawkeyes’.” Paul would call out to Laurie, “Hawk at 12 o’clock” or “Hawk at 9 o’clock.”
“Now, whenever I see a hawk… I think of him,” adds Laurie quietly.
Paul’s other passion was astronomy… he especially loved studying the moon.
At the time, Laurie and Paul were living in the suburbs. But it was getting busier and brighter with more houses, more traffic and worse…. more lights!
So they bought two acres in the country where it was gloriously dark at night.
At that time, Paul started to take pictures of the moon. To take quality pictures – worthy of being published in astronomy magazines – his lens had to be open for up to one hour… in total darkness. Any light would ruin his picture. Every time a car drove by, he had to start over.
They kept all the lights off inside the house whenever Paul was studying the sky. “I learned to find my way in the dark,” Laurie says with a laugh.