So just been listening to some LLT and Watching some Hessie's Shed and going through some photo albums and remembering Paul with some laughs and some tears


xx

Hope you are having a rocking birthday up there mate

I've been going through youtube watching clips of him as well...one of a kind! Bless you Paulo...we miss you.

Another January 8th without you Hessie.

You continue to be sadly missed but we'll always remember your special day.

*Cheers*

Just because you are no longer with us is no reason to forget your birthday.

We will always miss you Paul, but we stll love you and your music.

Happy birthday, Hessie! Love and miss you very much...

I know, I'm a bit belated, but here, where I live is 8th January yet.

I hope Paul's family remember him with love & happiness on his birthday....just like we all do. Miss you Paulo xxx

Another year of anniversaries.
Love to Paul's friends and family x

Same from me. Miss ya! x

This is a silly post, but it made me sad seeing that the "Thinking of Paulo today" thread on the summary page hadn't had anyone post in it since January.

There. That's better.

Thank you Grace! I was thinking the other day that I should look for an old video clip or something to post here so Paul's part of the forum wouldn't look so deserted.

And I was indeed thinking of Paulo today...re-reading bits of "Letters To My Frenz" and smiling at the thought of him moving into Tim's house and promptly cleaning up the pantry!

Great minds, hyacinth...

Minutes ago I watched the promo video for Woodface five minutes ago mentioned in the Crowded House forum, and especially the first part of it where Paulo is explaining the finer points of drinking tea made me laugh (again).

But it's not only when I see videos, it's also when I'm at a (non-finn-frenz) concert where the interaction between the band and/or the audience is practically zero, that I sometimes wonder what would've happened if someone like Paul Hester were in the band.

And for no particular reason, some months ago I had a dream where Paul was in. He was sitting in a living room, and when he saw everyone that came in, he was scared that they/we all would yell at him for doing what he did, but everyone was just glad to see him again, hugged him and sort of forgave him and comforted him.

It's not that I think about him every minute of the day, but he is certainly not forgotten.