Well, I’ve spent the majority of my time online today looking for confirmation, but I’ve come up with nothing either way. Why have I gone to such lengths? Because I don’t want to believe it.
I’m happy to have had the chance to shake Paul’s hand. A more warm and welcoming man I have never met.
Rest in peace, my friend. It was good to know you.
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…
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