Alex Michael Pawling

Anyone who knew Alex knew he was one of a kind. His chocolate drop eyes melted our hearts from the moment we were blessed to meet him. He could make anyone laugh with his goofy dance moves, ridiculous jokes and expressions, and very unique personality. 

 

He was joy. He was light. He was witty. He was strong. He was brave. He was extremes. He could go from 0-60 in no time.  He did everything big.

 

He loved completely and felt all his emotions with such intensity. As a young boy he loved his “hot stuff” and when his emotions got too big he used to say “I need to let my cries out, mama.”

 

He thought he was invincible - even rolling his window down at a red light (at four years old) to shout to the truck next to us “Hey you, mister, you're a bad driver.” Or at 3 years old telling Andrew, “You be my friend or I’ll punch you in the eyeball.” 

 

He always kept us on our toes. The Alex stories are endless and when we tell them they always make us smile. His smile and heart lit up any room. He loved fiercely and with his whole heart. He never once missed an opportunity to tell you he loved you. And he meant it.

 

Alex spent the first 14 years of his life in Lansdale, Pa.  He charmed every person he met. He could sell water to a fish on a rainy day.   

 

His preschool teacher had told me that he managed to get all the girls to clean up for him every single day after play time.  He loved to make people laugh and never worried if he looked silly as long as he made you laugh.  

 

His last 7 years were spent in Sarasota, Fl.  He loved fishing and boating.  He was a thrill seeker and never missed a chance to do the extreme things.  He loved his bling and to show us the latest “cool” thing he had just bought.  

 

“Family is not about whose blood you have in you, family’s about the people who cared about you.” – Kyle Broflovski 

 

He joins his father Michael in the next stage. Alex is survived by his mother, Kristen, older brother, Andrew, and all of his extended family who loved him dearly.  

 

May he be resting in peace with his dad Michael, his cousin Joey, and dogs Rocky and Gator. 

 

Until we meet again, my A-man, we pinky promise to love you forever. 

 

The family will hold a private ceremony in his honor and ask that others watch a sunset in his memory. 

 

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made in his name to increase awareness and help for mental health. Use the link here. 
Use this email for donations Kristen4slp@gmail.com