Paul David Haber

Paul was my stepbrother; I wish I could have known him better.

I was living in Houston and, out of the blue, he called me. I'm so glad he did. I knew of him but I had never met him. It's remarkable how much he reminded me of my father; Paul was a gentle and kind soul. Even though I had less than a year to get to know Paul, we created memories; together and with his family. I will always cherish them.

I am so sorry for your loss. May "the God of all comfort" (2 Corinthians 1:3,4) comfort and soothe your heart. His promises, found in the Holy Scriptures, can offer much hope. It assures us at John 5:28,29 that our loved ones will be remembered and brought back to life in the resurrection. Please allow God's Word to strengthen you and help you to endure this most difficult time.

I am Paul's son, Ross Haber. My father was a good man. Stubborn, yes, but good nonetheless. He was a realist and was not afraid of his own mortality. He may be gone, but he left satisfied with the life he had, as he told me not more than 2 months ago:
“Son, you know that my life hasn’t been easy. You know my life hasn’t been fun. But I need you to know that I am satisfied with my life. I look at you, the kind of person you have become, and I see that your mother and I did something right. I am satisfied with my life knowing that I had a hand in raising you. I just wanted you to know that I am so proud of you. I am happy with what I have done with my life… I have no regrets.”
I will dearly miss him.
Rest now, dad, you've done enough.... let me take it from here.

My fondest memories are of days spent standing on his shoes dancing in the living room. Sitting on the living room floor watching cartoons and eating Dunkin Donuts munchkins. even riding in the car (an old gold nova with stickers all over it) to drop him off at work and sneaking cinnamon life savers. These are moments that make my heart smile. I am thankful we had that time to share and I wish everyone could see him through my eyes.