Paul's Story

WINTERPORT - Paul L. Smith, 83, died October 13, 2014 surrounded by his loving family, at the farm he loved so dearly. He was born May 12, 1931 in Bucksport, a son of Basil L. and Carrie M. (Grindle) Smith.

Paul thoroughly enjoyed the hard and challenging work of being a dairy farmer and was proud of his farm, Arabest Farms, Inc. Paul was an active member of the community and served as selectman, fire chief, school board member and ASCS committee chairman for Waldo County. Following retirement, he built a new house, allowing his son to continue on the farming tradition. Retirement has allowed Paul to enjoy riding and training Arabian horses, serve as a farm consultant, skating and skiing, and traveling.

He is survived by his wife of 63 years, Marjorie (Wardwell) Smith; four children, David Smith and his wife, Ann of Brewer, Deborah Towle and her husband, Richard of Albion, Julie McCluskey and her husband, Edward of Glenburn, James Smith and his wife, Deborah of Winterport; 9 grandchildren, Samantha Grace and her husband, Richard, Erin Bird and her husband, Joshua, Jason Smith, Ben Towle and his wife, Holly, Max Towle and his wife, Danielle, Casey Thibodeau and her husband, Jason, Jenna Gerry and her husband, Ryan, Kristin Gray and her husband, Zachary, and Kayla Smith; 5 great-grandchildren; two sisters, Arlene Freeman and Joyce Sanborn and her husband, Ernest; many nieces and nephews. He was predeceased by two brothers, Clifford "Bump" Smith and Junior L. Smith Jr., and a sister, Norma Dorr.

A celebration of Paul's life will be held 10 a.m.-1 p.m. Saturday at his new house on the hill, Winterport. Memorial contributions may be made to a charity of one's choice. Arrangements by Hampden-Gilpatrick Funeral Home, 45 Western Ave., Hampden.

Please don't weep on my grave

I'm gone but near, so please don't weep on my grave for me.

I'm gone, but I'm everywhere, look around and you'll see me.

While out in the garden , amongst the flowers. Take a good look at the brightest. That could be me

Look in the sky, I may be sleeping on a cloud as the breeze pushes us by.

That ray of sunshine, that shines in the room, feel me there?

The birds in the trees, as they sing a Spring tune, I'm sure to be there.

Feel the Sun on your back, or a gentle breeze on a warm Summer's day.

Check for me amongst the new fall leaves, on a crisp Autumn day.

I could be the whistle around the house on a cold Winter night.

Or one of the glints out on the new fallen snow.

Don't be sad, or weep on my grave for me.

I'm not gone, I'm everywhere, just look around you and you'll see.
Bangor Daily News
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