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Gary L. Paulson
March 18, 1945 ~ November 13, 2022 (age 77) 77 Years Old
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Gary Paulson, age 77 of Plainfield, passed away peacefully in his home on November 13th surrounded in love by immediate family. While our hearts break, his heart is forever healed. Born on March 18th, 1945, Gary was the son of Claire and Irvin Paulson who proceeded him in death.
If you knew Gary, you laughed with Gary. He was the life of the party, the constant jokester and the very best friend. Gary loved to travel, was an avid fisherman, an average golfer and would be the first to bet on almost anything. Gary was a Navy veteran and served in the Vietnam War. He was a top sales engineer specializing in machine tool sales for his career.
Gary will be fondly remembered by those who survive him. He was an incredible husband of 50 years to his wife, Linda Paulson. He was the best Dad to his two daughters, Amy Haacker and Andrea (Braden) Nicholson. He was known as Papa to his 5 grandkids Adeline, Wyatt, Lucille Haacker; and Mason, Marin Nicholson. Gary is also survived by his two brothers Richard (JoEllen) Paulson and Roger (Becky) Paulson. His third brother, Jeff Paulson, proceeded him in death.
The visitation will take place at Hall Baker Funeral Home in Plainfield on Saturday, November 19th from 2pm-4pm. A celebration of life will immediately follow from 4pm-5pm. The family invites you to stay and share a memory. In lieu of flowers, please donate to your favorite charity in memory of Gary and next time you catch that big fish, get a hole in one or bet on a game, think of Gary and smile.
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!”
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at that moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: “Here she comes!”