I miss you man.
I love you

I've been thinking about you Paul. For it's October with it being our month, Dad's month, Sarah's month and so many more. I pray that you are at peace. Love and miss you.

Paul, Our lives have seen a void in the past year without you here. I'd love for you to show up at my door asking me if I had a cup of coffee. Before you would leave I'd find something to fill up a bag for you to take with you.
I pray that you are at peace, sitting somewhere within nature, taking in the beauty that God created for us.
I love and miss you,
Love, Aunt Beck

Since I was a little girl you have always been more then just my big brother. You've been my hero. I was the worst tag along of a little sister I'm sure. Things got so messed up and we got lost over the years. You never stopped being my hero though. Not ever. I'm so glad you had a chance to meet LJ before you passed, even if it was just talking to him through my belly. I love you always

And of course now I'll cheer on the Packers enough for the both of us.

Love always,
Amanda Rose

I had looked forward to the day that you could share our family Christmas get-togethers, missed you every year.
You have finally found peace from the dark place you dwelled in for nearly 20 years.
I shall see you on the other side my son.
Love,
Mom

I did not know Paul, but met him through all those who cared for him in New Carlisle. I had written a poem in 2006 when I worked at a local hospital in the psychiatric ward as a social worker and clinical counselor. I have since dedicated this poem to Paul Johnson and those who loved and cared for him. May it give you all some peace as I mourn your loss with you.
         Insight
"Who sees the broken, torn and bent,
But cannot see the Light
From which they came -
To which they go -
Sustaining through the night?

Who knows the lost or frayed or spent
But does not know the course
They travel, as they seek,
Which draws them to their Source?

Who hears the cries and wails, the tears,
But doesn't sense the pain
Of struggle, as they're raised above
The mire in which they've lain?

I think, sometimes, too late we see
The Way these souls have trod;
Too late we know that we have looked
Into the Face of God."
     - Mary-Louise Watkins-Scott, June 2006
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May all be well and at peace with your soul. I know you are with your dad as he greeted you with the open arms that for all these years you have been longing for and to see him and your family that you have missed for so long. How joyous that must have been. May you always be watching over your children, family and friends. I will always remember you fondly. You will be missed by many. Until we meet again.   Mom Franks                                     

The beauty of your smile and the kindness you shown will be lasting memories in my mind, this world is often cruel and unkind but your spirit helped you to overcome the world. Rest in the arms of our savior til we meet again my friend.

Paul, You will be missed by so many who loved you. I hope that you are at peace with our God and those of your family who went before and after you. You know my heart is broken over my losses and now they include you.
Love, Aunt Becky

My dear friend. I will miss your greeting every time we would see each other. I will miss your smile. I love knowing you will be watching over all of us. You are loved.