Paul Alan Sartin Sr.

January 3, 1949 – May 27, 2024

Paul Allen Sartin, Sr. was born on January 3, 1949 in Huntsville, Alabama, to the late Esther Russell Sartin and Malvin Placier Sartin. His childhood years were spent in Huntsville, with loving parents. When Paul was 9 years old, he welcomed his baby sister, Valerie. The family remained in Huntsville until the early-mid 1960's, when they moved to Columbus, Mississippi. Paul graduated from Lee High School, started a small motorcycle shop, and was later employed in Columbus. As a young adult in his mid 20's he decided to move to Anaheim, California, after visiting friends in Anaheim that had moved from Columbus. He resided in Anaheim the remainder of his life.

We are gathering to celebrate the life of my beloved brother. He had a strong love for his wife and son, parents, sister, and friends. He had a joyous smile and a hearty, infectious laugh. I would like to reflect on memories of some of the good times Paul and I shared. When I was a small child, I remember opening gifts on Christmas mornings, and running to Paul to show him the presents I got from Santa. He would simply reply “Yea” and never let the cat out of the bag about there being no Santa. As a young teenager, I remembered my brother was very fond of motorcycles, and he would bring me to motorcycle races that he competed in. I would hang around with him and his friends which was a fun day. He would also take me out on his ski boat, with his friends, and let me spend the day with them, watching them ski and having a fun filled day at a lake. When I was a young adult, I visited Paul in Anaheim. I remember the two of us hopping on his motorcycle, and him driving on the California highway, with no helmets! I also remember thinking, “If our Mother saw us doing this, she would have a heart attack!” Thankfully, we got back to his house safely. Also, he trusted me to drive his corvette while I was visiting him. I was about 19 or 20. Then, I moved to south Louisiana, and he and Paul Jr. visited our mother, and me a couple of times. I remember taking them and my son to a wildlife preserve in Louisiana. We were allowed to drive around an area and feed some animals from the window of our car. With a cup of feed held up to my open driver window, an ostrich boldly came to my car and grabbed the cup of feed with it's beak. I will forever remember how my brother started laughing loudly and hysterically. With my brother living in Anaheim, and me living in Louisiana, we did not stay in touch as near as often as we should have. We reconnected last September here in Anaheim and got to enjoy a short 4 day visit. I will always treasure that time. I wish we would have had more time together. He will be terribly missed but not forgotten. His smile, laughter, love, and all of the fun memories will live on in my heart.