A few years ago after Jeana and I finished up college, Paul was one of just a couple people who helped us move into our house. We didn't even ask him - Chris told him we were moving things, and Paul showed up because he was incredibly kind and giving. It was hours of me and him riding back and forth in my car, just moving boxes and furniture and all kinds of stuff, and on our final trip to drop off stuff, there was a huge pop, and the passenger-side window was gone. It was a super stressful day, and now, I thought we'd been shot at or something, but Paul just threw his hands up and said, I didn't do it!" That just made us both laugh really hard, and we spent the rest of the ride coming up with theories about what happened. I think his running theory was a kid with a slingshot and really good aim. I'm going to miss him a ton.