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Sunday, October 02, 2005



Tom, what an absolutely beautiful tribute to your brother. I think, as we get older, we finally start to realize just how lucky we are to have been blessed with great siblings. Those people we took for granted as kids, that we fought with, competed with, laughed with, played with, cried with. And even though we're 'adults' now, they are still the people that can find us when we're playing hide and seek. I know Paul was lucky to have you for a big brother, just as you were lucky to have him for your little brother. God bless your dear brother in heaven and my prayers to your mom and brothers and all the Faranda family. Love, Thea

Mizz Smokin

What a wonderful man, and a wonderful tribute. Bless you all as these days pass, and the light will once again shine upon you. Hang tough! The chemo is a battle of it's own, but you are off to a great start and prayers for your complete recovery are going out daily!
Be good to yourself.
Semper Fi!
A Marine's mom


I'm sorry for your loss, Tom.


Those are very moving words about your family ties, and yet offer a very direct and unembellished view of real life. Coming from a multiple-brother family, I can relate to some of those heartfelt emotions. Thanks for having the guts to share it with us, helping to make our own lives a little richer.


Thanks for helping us see how truly inspirational an "ordinary" life can be. In this case, quite extraordinary. Your thoughts and Phil's at the funeral Mass, and the presence of family who loved Paul, along with good and faithful friends made the entire experience uplifting - a celebration of life. The Farandas are good at this.
As I mentioned, it is difficult to decide who is the more charming Faranda brother!
Peace and prayers for you and the family,

Karen Mahakian

I wish I had met him, Tom-what a great brother!

Chris Robinson

I just found out that Paul died last year. I was in that shell that won the Head of the Charles, and in the shell that got the shirts off Harvard's backs... Only two bodies separated me from Paul, as I was rowing in the "6" seat, and I vividly remember his face, his voice, his living in the moment of those races and practices. Paul was a fabulous coxswain. One of the amazing things (besides his quality steering and encouragement during races) was his ability for so short a guy to tell such tall tales about how we were gaining on other boats that were in fact moving further ahead of us. But, happily, that didn't happen very often because Paul was usually driving us on to victory! But I can vividly hear his exhorting me during a race saying, "Come on, Chris, you can pull us in circles, let's see it now!" It was also quite amazing what things he would shout to other boats as we were moving through them... not nearly so encouraging to the other boat as to our own!! If the rowing hadn't been so grueling, we all would have been heartily laughing. (Which is what we did most of the time off the water, when Paul was around!) Yes, I have many fond memories of Paul, who was the finest coxswain I ever knew, and also among the most most upbeat people, showing that his trials and tests in life had produced worthy results.

tom faranda


Thanks so much for your wonderful note. It is deeply appreciated and will be sent to my mother and two brothers.

Thank you again.

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