I had the privilege of being Paul Wilson’s sister, and what an extraordinary privilege that was! On October 22 I lost my best friend. We were the only siblings in the Wilson household and, being close in age, we were very close in other ways also. Our father died suddenly while we were still in high school, and Paul became my “male” model and “father” figure as well as my brother. In other words, he kept me in line. I owe much of my “upbringing” to him.

I knew when we were growing up that I had a brother who would leave his mark on many people. He was such a humble, gentle person, but one who possessed so many talents. No matter what field he tried he excelled – scholastic endeavors, sports, music, the arts, human relations; he just seemed to have it all.

His career could have taken many directions, but he chose medicine because he always wanted to help others. However, he will probably be best remembered for his love of nature and his beautiful sculptures which can be found world-wide. Those things will never die.

REST IN PEACE, MY BROTHER – I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART

Gin
(Mary Virginia Walker)

OK, this is Shawn adding a little more color from something Aunt Gin sent me recently:

” He played trumpet in our high school band and he had a habit of coming home after a date, standing on the front porch and playing Taps to let all the neighbors know  he was safely in. Now those Taps have blown for him and we have lost a great man.”