Shit. I am so shocked.
damn
Mental illness sucks. 
Fair winds and following seas, Paul.
He was a ‘salt of the earth’ kinda guy. We didn’t speak many times, but he had something interesting to say each time.
Fuck. Fuck.
I’m sorry, Bibliocat. My condolences to you and his daughter.
Ugh. That’s just horrible :(. My sincere condolences Bibliocat, he always seemed like a good guy even at my distance.
Oh please don’t do that to yourself. It’s beautiful that you gave your love to him as much as you did - and what he couldn’t receive from you, you couldn’t make him accept. It’s a bigger problem than you could fix.
I remember the first time I met Paul. It was when I was starting to organize the Philly DoperDinners. He was suppose to join us one week, but there was a change in venue at the last minute so while we were at Nodding Head, he was at Monks. After that, we decided to exchange phone numbers so there wouldn’t be a mix-up again. I think we ended up sitting at the bar before everyone else showed up and I was glad to begin a wonderful friendship.
Paul helped me plan DoperDinners. After I drifted away from the Board, he made sure I knew about things going on. He gave me his daughter’s stroller when I found out I was pregnant with Teddy. He helped me get (and position) the moving van and helped with the packing of it when Verrain and I moved to Nashville. He took my call one afternoon after I first moved and I was feeling down because I was alone in a new city.
Paul was one of the good ones, and someone I was glad to call friend. I wish he’d been able to get help for his demons. I wish he hadn’t taken the permanent way out from his problems. But I will never wish that I hadn’t known him. He enriched my life and I am one of the least lives that he had done so with.
Good-bye, my friend. You are missed and will be every day.
Bibliocat, my thoughts are with you right now. hug
It’s so sad to hear someone who was such a good and loved person had such darkness within that they couldn’t overcome. Farewell Paul. Condolences to all those who knew and loved him.
One must envy him that.
When I go, if they even find out, most will ask, “Who” 
I am morbidly curious; how did he do it?
I’m sorry BibloCat, and my condolences to his family.
Damn. Most sorry to hear this. I don’t know what else to say.
I’m very sorry.
First, my deepest condolences.
Second, I’m sure every person whose life he touched wonders what he or she could have done, but I urge you not to think that you could have prevented it.
Unfortunately I have some experience with losing someone to suicide. I very seriously doubt that one thing pushed him over the edge: that kind of despair usually builds over years. You were probably one very bright spot in his life, but the darkness was too great. You weren’t the cause of it, and you couldn’t be the cure for it.
Breaking things off with you seems like his way of protecting you, of not making you feel like something you had just said or done triggered his final act. If your situation is anything like mine, you could sit down with others who knew him and realize that he gave each of you a clue, one part of the puzzle, but not enough to realize what was going on.
I believe there are people who “attempt” suicide and those who “commit” it. An attempt is a cry for help from a person who really would like to be saved, who still feels life might be fixable, who wants to get help and solve his problems. When a person commits it however, he has already made us his mind and he doesn’t want anybody to interfere. The little clues that make survivors look back and kick themselves come from the area on the continuum between the poles, between those who attempt and those who commit.
Please be kind to yourself. {{{BiblioCat}}}
I’m sorry. I remember him on the board.
I’m so sorry.
That is always horrible news.
As other’s have said BiblioCat, don’t beat yourself over this. Sometimes there is just nothing you can do.
My heart goes out to you and danceswithcats’s family and friends, especially his daughter.
this is shocking news, a very familiar name gone. My condolences to you andn yours.
I’m already feeling weird after the JLang/ G Thorogood concert tonight. SO many gray headed rockers rocking out with joy, made me feel so happy and alive and at the same time melancholy too… once we’re gone who will give a damn?
Well, damn. Sorry to hear this; I always liked him as a poster.
My condolences to you and to his family.
I’m very sorry to hear that, and sorry for you and others who knew him.
Damn it. This is the first passing of a Doper I actually cared about. I’m not sure what to say. I liked Paul. I respected Paul. I will miss him.
Yes, you did. It was a Dope The Halls at GingerOfTheNorthand Weird Dave’s house, and you supplied the Kahlua that got the ball rolling, so to speak. He once joked that he owed you a bottle of Kahlua, since the two of us had polished off your bottle. No one else was drinking it.
Yes. I’d be interested. As we discussed privately, a road trip may be in order.
I know he butted heads with several posters here, but he was very passionate in his beliefs. Aren’t we all, though?
OpalCat, the first time I went to his house, I asked him why there was a quarter on the back of the toilet tank. He told me about the time you brought your cats up there, and asked if you could use the bathroom. He jokingly asked if you had a quarter, and was surprised later when he went in there and realized you had actually left a quarter in the bathroom. It was still there the last time I was there.
I am amazed at the outpouring of good wishes and support I’ve received via email and PM. Thank you all. It really means a lot.
My OP was a little disjointed and rambled a bit, but I guess I wasn’t thinking straight. I’m sorry about that.
Paul made many good friends here that became real-life friends, among them **MsRobyn **and Airman Doors, Scuba Ben, **GingerOfTheNorth **and WeirdDave, Anita Vacation, DaveW007, DocCathode, **Twickster **and RTFireFly. I’m sure I’ve left someone out - I know he was quite active in the Philly Dopers group for a while. I’m not the only one who has lost a friend.