Paul Peter Wunderlich

Maria,

I am so sorry for your loss.

I enjoyed those times we were together, Paul was a pleasure to talk to.

Maria,
I am so sorry to hear the sad news of your husband’s passing. Although I never had the opportunity to meet him, I know you two were happy. You had finally found your soulmate. I miss working with you and hopefully we can keep in touch. My condolences.

To an uncle who believed in us when we were young, you will be hugely missed by all those who loved you. We have so many wonderful memories with you, our “Big Bad Uncle Paul” — Disney World and the Greek Festival and that time you shaved your trademark moustache and Mommor couldn’t figure out why you looked so different and asked if you were wearing a wig. You were the tallest “baby of the family” and always the chosen one to lick the brownie bowl. We will remember you for your golden heart.

Dear Maria,
I am so terribly sorry to learn of your husband’s passing. Although I never had the pleasure of meeting him, you spoke of him many times when we met with such love and happiness. I know how painful this incredible loss is; please keep hold of the happy memories.
With our deepest condolences,
Patty and Patrick Gallagher

I have quite a few uncles, close to 10, but only 1 uncle saved my life – Uncle Paul. It was a hot summer day in Florida and in a typical Allyson fashion, even at age 3, I knew exactly what I was doing but then got distracted, which caused me to misstep into the relatively deep center of the jacuzzi. As I breathed in all the water I sank like rocks and I watched the last bubbles rise in slow motion. It was my first and only near-death experience. As my internal panic was beginning to be lulled away by the underwater chorus, in came a black shoe, size 13 ATLEAST, and next I was launched back into the harsh sun gagging and gurgling. A few pops on the back with a hand that spanned the width of both shoulder blades and after just a handful of tears, life moved on like nothing ever happened, although I imagine one shoe never quite recovered. Uncle Paul carried the persona of someone you wanted around when something bad happened; he acted like saving babies was an occurrence as simple as catching an entry door off someone’s back; when others would panic he just waltzed into collected motion.
Uncle Paul was known in my mind for a few other noteworthy talents as well. I returned home from summer vacation telling my friends at school how My Uncle had a built-in coffee cup holder on his belly which I tried to replicate many times with my own (no luck). He also was the hero that saved my cousin’s life-sized outdoor playhouse from the bee infestation it seemed to perpetually have. “Big Best Uncle Paul” was going to spray it with bee killer- and in my imagination, I was going to be the small guy going in behind him. I remember asking him how he wasn’t scared; his persona helped define what bravery was to me.
He also gave me my first pair of earrings, gold studs shaped like elephants I couldn’t wait to wear.
All the things I will always remember.
I know you are always with us.
See you there Uncle Paul.
Love,
Ally

How do you say a few words about someone who meant so much.
Whose big kind heart always came to the rescue.Baby brother, gentle giant,
humble hero.
Loving, patient, endlessly loyal,
and an incredibly inventive genius.
His happiness and one true love was his Maria,
and she always has and will adore and respect him the same.
I will love you always little brother .
…..As if saving my daughter from drowning wasn’t enough to get you into heaven, you’ve set the bar a bit high for the rest of us. Please leave the back gate open.
Karen

My prayers to all. Treasure the memories..rest in peace Paul

We spent some time together in those crazy days after High School. I was hoping to see you again. I guess I’ll have to wait. Rest in peace Bubba.

Dear Maria,
I am so very sorry for you loss. I wish I could be there to give you a hug. I am thinking of you from across the years and miles.