Paul William Mullin

7/05/1981-12/31/2021

"I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.

A small bird will drop frozen dead

from a bough without ever having felt

sorry for itself."

-D.H. Lawrence

This is not his obituary, nor will he ever get one, because some things never die.Sarcasm, strength, love, intelligence, loyalty to family, pride, respect, honor, and most of all.. rock n' roll. These things never leave us, and these things were Paul.

Instead, I give you the best man speech he never new he had. That's who Paul was, my Best Man, as well as my baby brother, and my best friend. We are 2 months shy of being Irish twins, about 14 months apart in age. Being this close in age with your brother leads to a lot of great memories , such as; whiffleball games, playing Thundercats and GI Joes, video games, building forts, baseball games, roller coasters, going to concerts, and working together, which all ended up turning into wrestling matches, or fist fights. This ridiculousness would only magnify when our sisters, Desi and Jaymie were around, or with the five hundred cousins we have were around. which was great, ..growing up in the 80's at it's best.

My little brother, Paully Wogz, entered this world with a bang, casually late (as usual) to the Fourth of July, weighing in at a solid 9 pounds. This was great, because he always had fireworks around his birthday, which he thought were for lit off for him.

Paully loved to play homerun derby every day possible..until dark, full tackle basketball, football, chess, and video games. (He is that guy, the guy that can get infinite lives in Mario Brothers.) Yah, that guy.. Wogz loved going to Nana and Padre's, taking a dip, or capsizing the canoe into Lake Wequaquet., as well as swimming at Craigville Beach. We grew up riding bikes around the streets of Hyannis, raising hell, and were always on the hunt for the next game of sandlot.

Wogga loved baseball, he understood the mental game of baseball, I just swung for the fences, P Dubz played with strategy, he had a high baseball IQ,. This was most likely because he was a catcher, like our hero, Padre, our grandfather who taught us the game. We once played on a team together in our teens in a tournament at Harvard, the nicest field we had ever stepped foot on, Paul got thrown out of the game for telling the umpire he needed glasses. Yup, that's Paul. He didn't care that he get thrown out of the game, he just wanted the umpire to know that he knew the call better than him. If my brother thought he was right, he let you know it. However, he was very quiet and reserved throughout his life, only speaking when he had something worth saying, Mully played high school football, He is a Barnstable Red Raider, #79 and he loved it, his teammates and friendships were sacred to him, football suited this big Bear, he especially loved to talk about it, (well into his thirties).

After high school, Wembly, earned an Associates Degree from Cape Cod Community College, while working in the trades. Landscaping was his thing, he had a love for working outside, and had a connection with the Earth and the Sea. He loved it, especially in the afternoons and evenings.. P.M. Landscaping (as he would say). Aside from scraping the Earth, he enjoyed banging nails too. He had an amazing, mathematical mind, and enjoyed " carpentratin' on the ground, arial projects were not his speed. One of the most memorable projects I have ever worked on as a carpenter was building two wooden spiral staircases stacked on top of each other, that we built together, although he would never take any credit for building them with me. Not too modest..He was a Carpentscraper, he was a Cape Codder, he was "Swedish", he was stubborn..Cancer in the Zodiac.. Here is the perfect cut and paste to describe Paul in a horoscope.. "People born on July 5 are usually are loving and full of emotions. They believe in deep emotional connections with people rather than general socializing. Only chosen few can be a part of their inner circle. They make very good friends. In turn, as a negative note of their personality, they are people that are a little moody, suspicious and over protective."..

The Paulinator had more one liners than a dad joke calendar. He was really funny for a quiet Teddy Bear of a guy. He always had the perfect Halloween costumes, Mario , Homer Simpson, Kenny Powers, Curly from the Three Stooges and he may even have pulled off Chris Farley in a hibachi chef suit. I am pretty sure that his Mario brothers costume may have rejuvenated the popularity of the mustache among men in their twenties, along with Hasselhoff that went as Luigi. He really did have a great sense of humor.

His love of rap music was short-lived, to the tune of zero minutes. Paul was a rock and roller, and that was that. He enjoyed Led Zeppelin, the Stones, Floyd, the Doors, Aerosmith, Ozzie, Skynyrd, and especially the Beatles., Being named after Sir Paul McCartney, naturally he would become a Beatlemaniac.. Uncle Paul and I spent A LOT of time in our twenties becoming backyard mechanics at night, working on our Dodge trucks, learning from our Dad, Stephen Mullin, and grandfather, the late Tony Soares, aka "Horseshoe", as well as several friends.

When my sister, Samantha, was born Paul had a new purpose in life. A little princesses to protect. Paul never had children, But when our mother, Deborah Medeiros, passed away, we took on the responsibility to raise her together. Two Idiots in their twenties trying to raise their little sister, a very rewarding challenge to say the least. It does take a village. Paul was very family oriented, he thoroughly enjoyed Samantha's children Shamus and Charlotte, teaching them tackle basketball.. as well as our three kids, William "WAM" , Benjamin "The Swede", and LillyAnne "LillZilla". Paul absolutely loved watching the kids play teeball and Little League baseball in the most recent years. Loudly boasting about his nephews and nieces in the stands, and giving them pointers for catching from behind the fence.

Paul and I played and fought like brothers do, his entire life, and that is okay. We loved each other in a way only a brother can, and we fought each other in a way that only brothers do. He was never one to bite his tongue, with a boss, a landlord, friend, a coworker, umpire, and especially not me..( It must be an almost Irish twin thing). because I might be guilty of that too, except the umpire thing.

Paul once visited me in college, and gained the nickname "Hallway", Because he was so big he took up the whole hallway. This really worked to the advantage of anybody that went to a concert with Paul, because he would just push his way through the crowd and we would follow in his wake sneaking toward the stage. Paul really loved music, especially rock 'n' roll. You could always tell he was in his groove at a show when he was happily doing the head nod dance and sway, with his arms crossed, while the rest of the crowd danced their asses off.

Turbo, you will be missed, undoubtedly, by everyone that reads this, and then some. You might have been a Ferocious Polar Bear at times, but your soul has always been kind, your heart as pure as a heart could be, your love for cats was uncanny (really, I still don't get it. dog guy, here), your humor was hysterical (if you could decipher it), your life was lived the way you wanted to live it, your love of your Jeep was immeasurable, ( which I now understand!).and your name lives on.. your first name is the second name of my second son, your second name is the first name of my first son, and your last name is the last name of all my kids, and then some. I love you Paully Wiggly Worm Watermelon. I will love and miss you always little brother. When you left us, it was probably the first time you were too early for anything in your life, but at least you threw one hell of a fireworks show for us all to remember you by, now I now why we have fireworks on New Years Eve.

Rock in peace??

Your brother,

Steve

Ps- Lay off the high ones in Iowa.. ??

Pps- Ben already knows the rule. lil bro = automatically playing as Luigi ?

"Gud som haver barnen kär

Se till mig som liten är

Vart jag mig i världen vänder

Står min lycka i Guds händer

Lyckan kommer lyckan går

Du förbliver fader vår

Den Gud älskar lyckan får

Amen.