“I love you, brother.” That’s how Paul Thigpen would always end his time with me, whether at a restaurant for lunch in northern Georgia or after one of our periodic 30-minute phone calls. As noted by a priest (one of 12!) who concelebrated his March 2 funeral Mass, Paul was a warm, ever-gracious man, one whom many folk described as a best friend. We struck up a friendship almost a decade ago…
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