Birth date: May 30, 1938 Death date: Jul 5, 2018
Paul Landry Brown born on May 30, 1938, in Lafayette, Louisiana and passed away on July 5, 2018, in Dallas, Texas. Paul is preceded in death father, C.H. Brown and mother Hazel Brow; brothers, Steven and Johnny Brown. Paul is surv Read Obituary
Yesterday would have been your 81st birthday. I think about you every day. Love you more!
My dad was a man of honor, he knew the difference between right and wrong, his word was good as gold, believed in God, and lived his life, accordingly. Maybe not always timely to church, but he got us there every Sunday and we stayed till the end, whether we had a seat to sit in or we stood in the back of the church until the priest announced “Mass has ended, go in peace to love and serve the Lord”. He was the head of our family, he understood his role and guided us with his strength, love and belief that your actions had consequences. We grew up hearing, “Children are to be seen, not heard”. But It’s just that we had so much to say! He was a man of few words but his words had meaning and his actions spoke volumes. He couched me in life and he coached my sisters and I in soccer, all the way to the top to be the North Texas State Champions, (can a man get a little applause for that). And his philosophy to both were the same – work hard, be smart about it, give it all you got, have fun and, most importantly, Win! Dad always said winning was more fun than loosing, and of course he was right. He was our leader on and off the field, and he knew how to have fun. He loved his family, had a funny and sarcastic sense of humor, loved life and loved his food.
My dad was a sweet man with a very sweet tooth. One Easter, after waking to see we had been visited by the Easter bunny, our baskets filled to the brim and our huge chocolate bunnies, we did our annual Easter egg hunt and fulfilled our catholic obligation. We sat down to dinner, our chocolate bunnies secure in the freezer in the garage. My dad, oddly enough, was the last one to the dinner table. Grace was said and the food and laughter followed. We all gasped after my dad laughed because it was very noticeable that he was missing his front tooth. My mom asked, “Paul, where is your front tooth?” We all sat in silence. My dad quietly got up from the table, went in the garage and yelled, “Here it is!” We all shot in the garage and in the freezer, sticking up out of one of our chocolate bunnies, was my dad’s front tooth. BUSTED!
I think my dad was a farm boy at heart. He grew peach trees, pear trees, had a garden. He told me one time he thought about investing in a Christmas tree farm. He never did but he said he wished he had.
When we lived on Huntington, he planted a tree for each of us so we would have our own tree to climb. We all spent many a day in those trees. He built us a sand box and my Granddaddy and he caught a parakeet in our birdhouse and it became one of our many pets.
I will miss my dad, but will be comforted by all my precious memories of him and know that he is in a better place. He is truly a winner in this game of life.
