Paul Clack

Although we never met Dad, Scott and I are very sorry to hear of his passing. We know what an important role he played in Shellie’s life and how much she loved him. Shell, our thoughts are with you and your family at this time.Love, Lo and Scott

As I sat down to begin writing this entry I found myself having an incredibly difficult time finding the perfect few words to sum up and describe my Dad. How on Earth does a son, whose father meant so much to him, begin to describe his father to others in just a few words? And then I realized that my words would never be perfect, they would never be able to portray the man we all knew in our own unique ways. It was that quality that made my Dad so special. He was able to connect with everyone he met to a point that made us all feel special, the center of his attention, the center of the universe. He was special because he made us all feel special. And that is perfection.Two things my Dad loved more than anything was Montana and the outdoors. And it was his love of Montana that made me think of one of my favorite novellas, A River Runs Through It. There is a wonderful passage at the end of the story that I think describes my Dad perfectly.As time passed, my father struggled for more to hold on to, asking me again and again: had I told him everything. And finally I said to him, maybe all I really know about Paul is that he was a fine fisherman. You know more than that, my father said; he was beautiful.My Dad was beautiful.Thank you all for your support and understanding. Our family truly appreciates all your thoughts and prayers. God Bless.

I will miss my father greatly! I will be forever grateful that I had a wonderful conversation with him hours before he slipped into a coma, not knowing what was to come. He enjoyed his drink of choice orange juice and we made plans to watch the Superbowl on Sunday together in his hospital room. I will always remember his face lighting up and saying, Shell, that would be great. My father was a wonderful man and an incredible father. He will always be remembered as a true English gentleman with a kind heart and caring soul. Dad, I love you always,your daugher

John and I had the pleasure of being the neighbors Across the Street from the Clacks in our first home in Upland. What wonderful memories we have of the entire family and tonight, especially of Paul.What a special man he was ! He always had the best advice and knew what to say to make you feel better.I have shared many poignant memories with Shellie and Andy in a previous email, but am so touched by this beautiful biography and memorial for such a kind, loving, and special man who we have kept in touch with for 40 years.Love, The Marinos

Shellie…Andy..I can’t tell you anything about your awesome dad that you don’t already know. I can only say that my life was blessed and enriched by knowing him. A man that lived his life with Never an Ill Will for anyone was very apparent from the moment I first met him. Having a daughter of my own I know what it’s like to meet their boyfriend for the first time. Shellie, when I first met your dad, he quickly made me feel comfortable. A leason I will take from from him. I greatly appreciate the conversations your dad I had. Shellie, I know you saw him as the go to guy for advise. Whether financial or bbq rodent control, he knew just what to do. You have reminded me many times that you are your dad’s dsughter. That is a good thing. And I know he is proud of that as well.As an outsider coming in, the love and respect the three of you shared was very obvious. And although it was cut short, it was definately fulfilled. Your dad will be missed by everyone whose life was touched by him.

Tonight, the most beautiful and largest moon, rose over Paul’s home.It lit up his whole house and yard. It’s as if it was Paul saying, I’m fine, don’t worry about me. I miss you Paul, until we meet again.Darlene