Paul Michael Moran

Paul you were my youngest brother. aged 13. You brought happiness to my life in so many ways, i
miss you every single minute of every day.

You were a typical teenage boy, Always getting up to mischeif. Be it climbing on garage roofs,
building tree houses [in other peoples trees] or playing football outside the neighbours houses.
[generally getting on their nerves]

You loved laughing and were always telling jokes and silly tales.You loved making others laugh, i
remember when we all got together, you Courtney, Lexi, Callum, Paige,Tasha and Shayne[the younger
members of the family]. You were always there to make them \\\"hyper\\\" making up games
of tig and hide and seek [in the house]. Mums house used to be so noisy i could hardly hear myself
think, now its quiet, theres something missing. Your missing!

You loved being outside. Somehow you always managed to come home covered in mud! weather you had
been to the shops or playing with your mates.You were always filthy! You really were a mucky so and
so.
You used to enjoy camping with your friend Dale in his back garden but you always came home
shattered because you had stayed up all night watching DVD,s.

I remember going on family days out. We used to visit theme parks once a year. Alton towers was your
favourite.You used to run up to the height character at the begining of each ride, fingers crossed
behind your back hoping you had grown enough that year to have a go. Im so so glad you did grow
enough before you died. It was only last week mum and me were looking at the photo of you on
\\\"Rita\\\" you looked so funny, your hair all scraped back and the look of both horror
and excitement on your face.

You were a MASSIVE Liverpool fc supporter. Our brother Steven was the only one lucky enough to share
your passion with you, taking you to Anfield, sitting in the cop and watching your team play. You
would bombard me with match programes, ticket stubs and stories of the game when i saw you beaming a
huge infectious smile.
Paul you only had a tiny box bedroom but i have never seen so much Liverpool memrobilla in such a
small space. You really did die a true Liverpool supporter, hanging, Liverpool scarf around your
neck looking straight at a picture of Anfield stadium.

It was a cold winter afternoon, 27 November 2005. I recieved a call from our brother Steven telling
me you were gone. i did not want to believe him, but i knew, i could hear the awful truth in his
voice. I arrived at Blackpool Victoria hospital and saw you laying in a side room, you did not look
peaceful, you looked lost. You were not the happy smiling brother i knew and loved , you looked
different, you looked sad.

I dont know why you did what you did. I guess you had your reasons. Its common knowledge you were
being bullied at school, some of those children were really mean to you, but did you mean it? im not
sure. What i am sure about is that i love you, more than words can say.

I wish we had the chance to say good bye.

I miss you

Rest in peace, until we meet again, your big sister, Tracy x x x