Paul Mulroy 60, husband, father, brother, uncle, son, and friend to many, strummed his last chord on December 10, following a tragic fall. To his wife Michelle, he leaves a love ballad still beating in the silence. To his sons, Drew and Adrian Mulroy and Joe Moser, he bequeaths an anthem of laughter, each note dancing in their hearts. To his brothers and sisters-in-law, Tom, Ward, Joyce, Sean, Chris (Mary Ellen), Tim, and Brian (Suzy) and his many nieces and nephews, he passes a duet of shared memories, forever woven in harmony. He joins his parents Tom and Mary, and brother Mark, and sister-in-law Leslie to play for them a song of whispering comfort. And to his countless friends, he gifts a playlist of joy and memories of concerts and time spent together, echoing in every shared joke, every impromptu jam session, every whispered lyric we hum beneath a starlit sky. Paul wore his smile like an old pair of Levis, comfortable and familiar. Music wasn’t just his passion, it was his heartbeat. His fingers on the fret board spoke volumes, weaving tales of joy and sorrow, of dreams chased and paths meandered. Whether serenading on his front porch or jamming with friends, those six-strings (and sometimes 12) painted a world of vibrant colors. He wasn’t perfect, not a star burning without a flicker. But his flaws were mere wrinkles in the fabric of his life, adding texture and depth to the tapestry of a man who laughed easily, loved fiercely, and embraced life with open arms. He wasn’t afraid to stumble, understanding that a wrong note would lead to a new, unexpected harmony. Though his song might seem unfinished, it lingers with those of us who knew and loved him. We will hear it in the strumming of a lonely guitar, the rustle of wind through leaves, the laughter of friends gathered around a campfire. Paul wasn’t just a husband, father, brother, son, uncle or friend. He was a rhythm, a pulse, a harmony that became a part of all our lives. He may be gone for now, but his song will carry on, reminding us to laugh a little louder, love a little deeper, and strum our own unique chords as we dance beneath the sun. Farewell, Paul. Until we meet again on that celestial stage, where the music never fades and every soul finds its perfect pitch.
A celebration of life will be held mid-summer 2024. In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to PO Box 933379 Cleveland, Ohio 44193 or online at Lifebanc.org.
Author: Brian Mulroy
Roaming the valley of St. Mike's
Sledding the hills of Avondale;
Helping me choose my first football team,
and giving advice about females...
A brother, a mentor, and most importantly, a friend.
Looking forward to our next journey,
Somewhere up, and around the bend.
I’ll Be There
There was no time to say goodbye
But this I ask – please do not cry
Remember me as you think best
The happy time – forget the rest.
Look for me and I’ll be there
And you will find me everywhere
In the gentle touch of breeze
That cools the skin or swirls the leaves.
In the scent and color of flowers
That gave to me such happy hours
On sunny days under sunny skies of blue
Just think of me, I’ll be with you.
In winter when there’s cloud or mist
The rain will give to you my kiss
As wood smoke lingers in the air
Look for me and I’ll be there.
Where seagulls cry above the sea
And surf rolls in so endlessly
Among towering trees that soar above
In all these things that I once loved
Look for me and I’ll be there
You’ll feel my presence everywhere.