We lost a friend and neighbor today.
Paulette Flohr was our neighborhood’s early warning system — after more than 20 years here she knew most everything about everybody, and if she had any doubts, she asked questions, point-blank, right up in your grill. She would have made an excellent reporter, but instead crunched numbers for a living, when she wasn’t busy inspecting the perimeter with her chocolate Lab, Bob.
She was a big ol’ gal, with a head of hair that just wouldn’t quit, and you could hear her laugh from blocks away.
But cancer doesn’t care how loudly you laugh, how many friends toasted you at your 60th birthday bash, or who will walk your dog when you’re gone.
Paulette leaves her husband, Steve, Bob the dog, and uncounted family members, friends and neighbors who will miss her beaming smile, booming laughter and progressive spirit.
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Damn, nothing scares me like the C word. Maybe we oughta leave the Big Tex alone and let him keep on with the fight -doped or not he is doing good work. And that comes from a youth coach who hates that he doped(what do you tell a 17 year old?), but pretty sure I hate cancer more….
Sorry about that, O’G.
Cancer may not care about laughter, but being able to laugh is a great cure for whatever (even the dreaded C word) ails us.
Well, that and beer.
My condolences Patrick. It truly sounds like your ‘hood has lost one in a million.
My condolences, Patrick. What a tough break.
sad,R.I.P.
yet another reminder to give my mom a call, to tell my brother that he’s a pretty good dad to his great kids, or to thank the better half for putting up with me for oh so long.