Paul-Henry Hyppolite

My condolences to the family. We thank Godfather Paul for being a positive influence in our children lives. He is gone from our sight, but never from our hearts.

Pls accept my heartfelt condolences! So sorry for your lost!

Happy Birthday in Heaven Paul..Paul had such a positive attitude and warm embrace whenever we saw him. I remember the countless parties and get togethers … you were always greeted by Paul’s smile.. he will be missed terribly. What a tremendous loss for us all. May his spirit live on forever. Sincere condolences to the Hyppolite and Douyon families. Love the Gousse family

Paul was a very humble mild mannered intelligent man. It was a pleasure working and getting to know him while at Sandvik and Hemmersbach. One of the many things I admired about him was that whenever work was intense and chaotic he would just simply smile and say something like "que sera sera" and just kept it moving. Knowing that it will soon be all over and done with. Paul you will be sorely missed! May you rest in peace. May GOD comfort the family in this most trying time, my prayers and condolences to the family.

I am still in disbelief. I do not understand how such a strong vibrant, funny, loving, son, brother, father, uncle, friend, mentor could be taken away from us like this. I think I understand now why we all use the words people who can communicate how we feel because we cannot make sense of life's random cruelty. So I will too, but first, a few thoughts about Paul.Paul welcomed me and treated me like a younger brother from the moment I met him. Paul was always the one who organized everyone, took care of everyone and made sure no one was left out. I never saw Paul be cruel in fact I cannot think of a time where he got pissed off and angry. Paul laughed, teased, gave advice and listened and all of us are better people for knowing him and getting to share the time we had with him.I am sending love, hugs to the family and yes tears.<br><br>This poem says it better than I can <br>Death, be not proudBY JOHN DONNEDeath, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrowDie not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,And soonest our best men with thee do go,Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,And poppy or charms can make us sleep as wellAnd better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?One short sleep past, we wake eternallyAnd death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.