I was recently hit with the shocking news that my old pal, Paul Shepherd, had passed away suddenly last summer. The waves of nostalgia and a flood of memories from our school days at Hurst Green and Leasowes came rushing back, reminding me of the countless hours we spent together.
Paul and I shared a bond that transcended time, a friendship forged in the crucible of school life. From navigating the challenges of exams to cheering on our football team, we stood side by side,
creating a tapestry of shared experiences that defined our youth. The hallways of Hurst Green and the classrooms of Leasowes were witness to our laughter, mischief, and the camaraderie that only school friends can understand.
As I reflect on the countless adventures we embarked upon, from impromptu road trips to late-night study sessions, it’s clear that Paul left an indelible mark on my life. His sudden departure has left a void that can never be filled, and the news of his passing serves as a stark reminder of the fragility of life.
Rest in peace, my old mate. Your memory will forever live on in the corridors of our shared past, and the echoes of our laughter will resonate in my heart.
The lessons learned, the joys celebrated, and the challenges faced together have become the foundation of the person I am today. Farewell, Paul Shepherd – you will be dearly missed.
