This is for my brother, Paul Newcomb, who passed away June 30th, 2016 from pancreatic cancer that had gone undiagnosed.
Paul was a kind-hearted soul who did not want to be a burden to anyone, who loved his wife and children, and who was loved by all who knew him.
He was a US Military veteran, having served honorably in the US Navy in the early 1990s.
He was also born to be an artist, and had several popular Mardi Gras posters between 2001 and 2008 when he lived in New Orleans, where we grew up. Unfortunately, due to his kind-heartedness, he was bilked out of the profits of his art by unscrupulous businessmen, and they grew rich while my brother and his family struggled to make ends meet.
As is the story with so many artists, Paul Newcomb died penniless, with no medical coverage or life insurance, and nothing to leave his children except fond memories of a father who loved them without measure.
Heather and Wyatt, ages 11 and 9, seen in the picture here receiving the news their Daddy was dying, face an uncertain future. Their worlds collapsed.
Paul had most recently been working as a temp in a production environment, and earned the accolades and respect of those he worked with, and his immediate supervisors, as a hard worker who would do whatever job needed to be done without complaint, from cleaning machinery and workspaces that were filthy from years of neglect, to working alone on tasks that normally required 2 or more people.
Many times he stayed over to help get the incoming shift up and running, or sharing his insights on the most efficient way he had learned to perform the task at hand. His efforts were well-received by all, and served to improve the company's overall productivity.
He had earned a full-time position, and held the job for only a few weeks before being hospitalized on June 12th - and even worked a full shift vomiting repeatedly due to his as-yet undiagnosed cancer just 2 days prior.
He had no medical coverage through his employer, and no life or burial insurance. He was fired while hospitalized.
I've watched helplessly as people took advantage of my dear brother for years, and it infuriated me that others took what was rightfully his.
Be assured that any amount donated will help, and will be used only to assist with Paul's final expenses and the support of his widow and children.