Rev. J. Paul O'Brien, S.J.

Jan 21st 1937 - Sep 12th 2004

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bruce bubenzer 79
July 18th 2005
bubenzerb@aol.com

"Mr. Brebeuf", that was Father O'brien to me; and I have the proof. Only Father O'brien would show up at a cold ice rink in Carmel to cheer Brebeuf's hockey as they played my son's team from Cathedral. Hockey doesn't have the glamour of other sports, but Father knew they needed support and fans too. Thus, his presence.

I have fond memories of many hours studying German with Father O'brien and join with the Brebeuf family in mourning his loss, yet celebrating a life well-lived and cherished by so many.


Tom Baranowski
June 7th 2005
bingbingville@ameritech.net

I took German from Fr. Ob'brien at Brebeuf from 1973-75. I then moved to Chicago but after a couple of years I lost contact with him. Just this past month I was searching the web and came across his email from Brebeuf and wrote him. Much to my surprise he wrote back (pretty quickly too) and he remembered me. I just found out today about his untimely death and it saddens me. My best memories of Fr. O'Brien were when we (The German Club) went on a month long European trip with the French Club. We traveled by train and stayed in Youth Hostels. Fr. O'Brien, myself, and one(?) other student climbed to the top of the downhill ski run in Innsbruck (this was the summer before the Winter Olympics there). I remember being exhausted but Fr. O'Brien didn't complain at all. We had a great time on that trip. I remember him as a tough and demanding teacher but he was also very fair. I shall miss him. Rest in peace Father, and may God be with you.


Benjy Katz
June 7th 2005

Well, I know I'm submitting this late, unfortunately continuing this bad habit of mine, as O'bie and several others of the Brebeuf community could attest to. That Sunday night, when I heard of this sad event, will stay with me for a long time. As a recent graduate of Brebeuf in 2004, I was out at dinner with a few friends that I had only made a few days ago, when I see that my phone is ringing. Looking at caller ID, I am so excited to see that I'm being called by a fellow Brebeuf alumni. When I answered the phone and heard what Carley Knapp had to tell me, my heart sank. I immediately thought that this couldn't be possible. Not O'bie. He was too great of a man, who I was looking forward to spending many times with as an alumni. It was a tragic shock to me, as I know it's been to the rest of the community.

I remember Father O'Brien from my four years at Brebeuf, but it wasn't until junior year that I actually got to know him, hearing several of his stories, and having many conversations in that office. He came into my Social Justice religion class, junior year, and talked to us about the human rights violations that took place in Central America, as well as the School of the Americas' involvement. I was so shocked and inspired by what he said, as I know several others were, that myself and two of my friends restarted the Brebeuf chapter of Amnesty International that year. I remember how excited he was upon hearing the news. I learned a lot from him about the injustices that are occuring all over the world, and how he had fought to right these wrongs. I even received a little paper trail from Father O'Brien as he was given a subscription to the Jerusalem Post, and the paper would always make its way to me through Ms. Compton. During my senior year, I was planning on going to the annual SOA protest with him, but had a last minute conflict. But he still kept me informed about what was going on, and told me about exciting Amnesty Int'l possibilities. I'm sorry to say, and disappointed in myself, that senioritis kicked in early, and I didn't always follow through with plans, but was fortunate enough to find a couple people who O'bie approved of and would be in charge of Amnesty's events. I am proud to say, however, that now that I am no longer a senior, I am beginning to follow through with my Amnesty projects in college. It was through Amnesty International that I began to know O'bie, but I then consider myself lucky to of had a relationship with O'bie that not very many other people have had at Brebeuf.

As a Jewish student at Brebeuf, I came into the school a little worried about the religious scene, but immediately felt completely comfortable and accepted. Talking to O'bie only reassured me that I belonged in the Brebeuf community. Part of this was due to the many many stories that he would tell me about other Jewish students that had gone through the school before me. From Mr. Axelrod coming in as the first Jew (and I do remember him telling me the S.J, Super Jew comment) to Rusty Zalkin to Doug Rose to many others whom I still remember, even though I've never met them, I knew that Father O'Brien welcomed all who came to him with open arms, and the most loving and friendly heart. I had never really been close with a religious leader (rabbai or priest) before coming to Brebeuf, and I'd have to say that Father O'Brien was the first. I learned a lot from him about my own religious and moral beliefs from getting to know him. Going on Kairos #45 with him was also an experience I'll never forget. He was so supportive to all of us on the retreat and I still remember my small group's comments on how great of a man he was. He was a man who was truly a companion to all, and he would always be there to help. I was so excited that he came to my open house, and that my family would get to meet the man who had a large role in making Brebeuf Jesuit the amazing place that it is. At my open house he did tell my family the many stories of Brebeuf's Jewish alumni that I and my parents had heard before, and when my family heard of his death, even though they had only met him once or a few times, they commented on how friendly and kind of a man he was. Just from having one conversation with him, you knew that O'bie was a man like no other.

I so looked forward to coming back to alumni events, hearing the latest news and even some stories that I already knew from O'bie. Brebeuf will never be the same without him. He was a friend to all, and he cared so much about helping others in this world. He will truly be missed as a member of our family.

Benjy Katz

Class of 2004


Sue MacGregor-Rosenberg
June 7th 2005
sue.macgregor@brinker.com

My brother Michael called and told me the sad news...I was on my way home from work and I began thinking about my memories of Fr. O'Brien.

I was about 8 yrs old when I first met Fr. O'Brien. My father came to Brebeuf in 1969 to teach history and coach football. At the time, Brebeuf was an all boys school. But I remembering telling Fr. O'Brien that I would be the first girl to attend Brebeuf.

And then, 7 years later, in the fall of 1976, I was fortunate enough to be accepted in the first co-ed freshman class -- the class of 1980.

Fr. O'Brien was so supportive of every student (male or female) and always made time to talk and listen. I remember when my Dad coached track and took the track team to Florida (3-4 years in a row) and Fr. O'Brien came along on a few of those trips. I remember the first trip we made. I was in 8th grade and remember Fr. O'Brien and Fr. Casey making the trip. Fr. O'Brien in one car and Fr. Casey in the other - my family was in another car. It was a great experience to spend time with Jesuit Priests outside of school or Church and as an 8th grader, I realized that Fr. O'Brien was just like any normal person -- he helped humanize his role and had a way of putting people at ease.

Fr. O'Brien will be missed and I will treasure the memories that I have. My thoughts and prayers are with everyone in the Brebeuf Community -- including my two neices (Sarah & Rebekah) who currently attend Brebeuf.


Andrew Modrall '71
June 7th 2005

Paul was the disciplinarian during several of my years at Brebeuf. Hair that was too long, or pant legs that were too close to bell bottoms were what we tried to get away with. Most of us hoped we wouldn't see OB patrolling the halls or the cafeteria. Paul was never one of my direct teachers, but he was at the heart of the school. I actually got to know him better after graduation. He hosted several alumni get togethers in Cincinnati and we seemed to be longtime friends. We will miss him.


Mike Huber '77
June 7th 2005

As with so many people, I was surprised and saddened by the sudden passing of Father O'Brien. But the faith he lived so well gives us assurance that he is in good Hands. We can mourn the loss, but we don't need to mourn for Father OB.

In complementing a Dominican or a Franciscan, they might hope to hear things like "loving" (the highest aspiration for any Christian), "compassionate", "generous", "a great preacher", or "a great teacher", and Father O'Brien was all these things. But a Jesuit might especially hope to hear the word "influential". Many kinds of people become Jesuits, but on some level all of them incarnate Ignatius' military attitude. They really do want to conquer the world for Christ, but they want to do it with love and influence, not fear and compulsion. They want to win by force of intellect and force of example, not force of arms. Father O'Brien was influential.

As for personal memories, I met Father OB at Brebeuf (I was Class of 77). I had planned to go to Northwest and take Latin, but I took the Brebeuf admission test and got financial aid. Father O'Brien was the first teacher I met. He was teaching German at the time and talked me into taking German.

We had quite a group in that German 1 class. I read Dean Maines' memorial already posted (thanks, Dean!). He was in that class, too, along with Glenn Bachmann, Gary Bauman, Greg Bowes, Chris Buker, Jim Burkart, Steve Gabrielson, Fred Glass, John Lavagnino, Bob Meiners, Jim Muller, Dean Nelson, Chris Randall, Ken Skarbeck, Greg Stark, Rick Stein, and Tim Weber. Forgive me if faulty memory has added or subtracted someone.

Father OB was a great teacher who focussed on the fundamentals, including hammering grammar into us. Repetition was key, and we payed particular attention to a form of the verb "fahren" ("Ihr fahrt! Ihr fahrt! Ihr fahrt!). Father OB got us to the German movies at the Rivoli Theater about once a month (introducing many of us to Gummi bears). He got us to the Cafe Heidelberg for German pastry and other cultural experiences. He took groups to Germany over the summer.

And the German wound up having more than general liberal arts value. I double majored in German and History in college, got to spend a semester in Germany in college, spent three years in Germany on my first active duty Army tour as a JAG. I was briefly a prosecutor, and spent half my tour as a criminal defense attorney. It was very useful to read German police reports and witness statements, and interview German witnesses without the filter of a translator. More than once, it was useful to object to testimony BEFORE the whole objectionable thing got out and was translated, or to challenge an ambiguous translation that might hurt my client. Thank you, Father OB.

I've got a civilian job in Brooklyn, and my wife's a confirmed New York City woman, so I'm only in Indianapolis for brief visits to family and friends now (alas, not often enough), but I still visit Brebeuf once a year or so. My most recent visit was last spring. I visited a bit with Father OB, of course. As I approached his office, a student was apparently interviewing him as part of an assignment. I did not want to intrude, but the door was open and nothing personal was being discussed, so I listened from the hall while waiting to see him. Father OB gave the student a very lucid and thorough examination of the issue of euthanasia. Always the teacher.

Condolences to Father O'Brien's family, and his many friends and former students. Greetings to any former classmates or teachers who may see this. Auf wiedersehen, Pater OB. Ad majorem dei gloriam.


Cara Caponi '04
June 7th 2005
sorridete@hotmail.com

As I sit here tired from my long trip back to Boston, a few things about O'Bie stick out. First of all would be his level of commitment to all things Brebeuf. I remember my parents and I driving Father to the southside for a basketball game - and, in true O'Bie fashion, he talked the whole way there. (More impressive though was when he talked all the way to Cinncinnatti for a Xavier University basketball game.) He was always at the games, the concerts, and events to show his support for us students. He was never too busy to go to one more open house (or come early while the hostess was still cleaning her house), make one more phone call, or visit one more person at the hospital.

The second thing I remember about O'Bie is his dedication to social justice. It was after a presentation he gave in my junior religion class that I tried to get a group of students from Brebeuf to go to the School of the Americas protest. With Father's help we took a busload of students, parents, and staff members to Georgia this past November. Walking with Father up to the gates of Fort Benning is something I will not soon forget. As we all placed white crosses into the fence, O'Bie placed a small marroon and gold knitted doll by the door where Charity had "crossed the line" and consequently became a prisoner of conscience. Father had visited her in prison and brought this doll she had made to Georgia - he was not only committed to our marginalized brothers and sisters in Latin America, but also to those who suffered on their behalf here.

The most important thing we can learn from Father is how to be a friend. O'Bie truly worked on his relationships and somehow managed to keep up with more people than I think I'll ever meet in my lifetime.

The last memory I want to share is a comic one. I remember Father positioning himself during passing periods in the main lobby so it would be impossible for you to go to class without being seen by him. I think we all know that brevity was not one of his strong points, so some days when I saw him waiting by the stairs I'd backtrack and take an alternative route to class as to make it on time. But days that I did stop, in theory, just to say hi, my teachers always understood when I'd say I was talking to O'Bie.

As a recent alum, I had been wondering these past few weeks if any Cara-stories had made it into Father's repertoire...I was looking forward to catching up with O'Bie at the SOA protest this year. Instead, I will go and know that he is still there with me.

God bless our brother, friend, teacher, dean, mentor, and "God-with-skin-on"

- Cara Caponi 2004


Hank Kreutzinger
June 7th 2005
hank@cfallc.com; hkiii@aol.com

I have known Father O'Brien, or Mister O'Brien as I remember him, since walking into Brebeuf in the fall of 1962. I has been a part of my mine and my families life since then. He was key in my staying at Brebeuf for five years both as my Latin teacher and as my and my mother's advisor to stay.

Paul married my wife, Karen, and I at Brebeuf. He baptized my son, Henry at Brebeuf. Henry is now a senior at Brebeuf and has known Paul his entire life. Paul was involved in my daughter Kelsey's First Communion as well.

We visited us all over the US during our moves and overseas in Poland when I worked there. Paul was always there in both body and spirit.

As many, I was always amazed at his memory of all that he meet from Brebeuf. When they graduated, their families names, where they are at the moment and what they are doing or might be planning on doing.

I feel blessed that God has given me the opportunity to have know him and for my family to have know him as well. If I had to pick the thing I will miss the most without him it would be the weddings and celebrations that my children and their friends will not be able to experience with him in the future.

God bless you Paul. YOu will always be remembered.

Hank Kreutzinger

Class of 1967

(with roots in the Class of 1966)


Manuel +Sally Debono
June 7th 2005
mdebono@indy.rr.com

Fr. Obrien came into our lives wearing several hats and at different times. First, he was a teacher of my two older sons in the mid 70's, as a frequent celebrant and preacher at our St Thomas Aquinas parish. But he will be remembered by us for his generous bed side visits to our son, Matt, who attended crosstown Cathedral. Matt, had an unpredictable terminal blood disease that went on for 18 months. Paul visited faithfully on at least a weekly basis. His visits included our whole family who might at the hospital. His visits to Matt lasted for 30 min or more, very often with little or no chatty conversation. Paul understood that it was his presence, not the words. that were most important. Eventually the words came. As Matt's condition worsened, Paul's visits were more persistent. It was June, and Paul was on his way to Peru. Matt died on Sunday morning at 11:00 am. The phone rang shortly thereafter, it was Father Paul, calling us from OHare Airport just before boarding. He was the first person on the outside that I gave this news yo and his were the first words of consolation that we received. I have always cherished that call because it seemed to tie things together- his friendship and support came straight his heart and it came, not from a sense of duty, but his comfort at getting into our lives. His gentle, loving presence will surely missed but how grand a legacy he leaves behind!!


Richard C. Kurz
June 7th 2005
rfdata@aol.com

Played baseball at St. Xavier High School with Paul. .. A few years ago I found him on the Internet and we had several conversations about old times and old friends too.

A good man.

God bless him and the rest of us as well.


Mark S. McCormick
June 7th 2005
mark.s.mccormick@aadc.com

When I was a Sophomore I worked at Brebeuf to pay for tuition. During that time the Jesuits were giving up the old West Baden seminary facility in French Lick, Indiana. I accompanied Father O'Brien (Mister O'Brien at the time) and others from Brebeuf on a trip down to West Baden to see what surplus equipment might be available for Brebeuf. For some reason my Mother was also on the trip.

Both my Mother and I remember "Mr. O'Bie" showing us around the beautiful but decaying building and telling us stories about his experiences there as a young Jesuit novice. When we were rummaging through the equipment Mr. O'Bie gave my Mother a serving tray from the Jesuit kitchen. She has kept it for the last 35+ years. When I called her on Sunday to tell her what had happened to Fr. O'Brien she told me that she wanted me to have that serving tray.

I plan to keep the serving tray along with the mementos I still have from Brother Kane.

Mark S. McCormick '67


Anita Chua Mellor '85
June 7th 2005
acm@hkwinc.com

While a student at Brebeuf, I was not close to Fr. O'B, however, I knew him to be a great man of service and justice. I recall following his work in Central America and being in awe of his courage. I have stayed close to the Brebeuf community since returning to Indianapolis, especially since my husband, Scot, is the Associate Athletic Director at Brebeuf. He knew Father to be a great and caring man and a steadfast supporter of the athletic events and athletes. 2 weeks ago Scot received shocking and sad news of a cousin's suicide. Unable to reach me, he found Father O'Brien shortly after hearing the news. Father was able to give solace and keep Scot centered. Scot and I were very grateful for what he did that day. It was his calling to minister and we will never forget how he touched our lives, even in his last days. A truly great man of God and service is lost but we should never forget the examples he has set for us.


Maude Glore/William Hux
June 7th 2005
mglore1@comcast.net

For four years Father O'Brien was a great supporter of Brebeuf hockey. For that we all are grateful. But more importantly for our family he was a wonderful mentor for William on Kairos last year. William was truly devoted to him. What a wonderful cheerful smile he always had and what fun he had dressing up and going to the Bistro. He really loved Brebeuf and will be sorely missed.


Leanna Birge
June 7th 2005
lbirge@nmsu.edu

My Jesuit education has impacted my life in so many ways. To this day, it is still a constant catalyst for many epiphanies. I supposed my Jesuit education will always be an inspiration, and I cherish this reality. Father O’Brien, a.k.a. Pablo to many people who knew and loved him, was one of the more central figures responsible for molding my experiences at Brebeuf. I have so many fond memories of him, it is hard to know where to start. So, I guess I will start with a high school experience that occurred the summer after my junior year. The year was 1991.

Though Pablo had known my family for many years before I entered high school, I really got to know him when I went to the Dominican Republic, herein referred to as “the DR,” on a school-sponsored, community-service trip. Through my interactions with him, it became apparent that this man had devoted his life to humanity. He spent all of his time either helping people directly or teaching people how to help people; so, his expertise was invaluable for the DR trip. He helped prepare participants spiritually, physically, emotionally, and mentally. He helped us understand what we would be encountering and how to deal with it. His guidance helped us not only survive our six-week trip but also helped us learn from the trip and grow from our experiences. He helped us understand how to let our experiences in the DR guide our personal enlightenment without dictating a developmental mold through which self-actualization must be achieved.

As we all know, Pablo was fantastic organizer, a skill he always attributed to his German heritage. Because of his abilities as a five-star planner, the trip to the DR was executed without any major problems even though some large wrenches beyond his control were thrown into the mix. One example was a nation-wide, Dominican strike scheduled for our departure date a week before our departure.

I appreciate, honor, and respect Pablo for showing me what it really means to be a person for others and doing so by example. He continually walked down a path of service and his efforts to teach a tradition of service were boundless.

I love Father O’Brien for the selflessness that he showed my mother during the last year of her life. A little over a year ago, my mother was diagnosed with stage 4b endometrial cancer. For 11 months, she fought to live, but unfortunately, her body couldn’t keep up with her spirit. She died. During her illness, Pablo frequently ministered to her; he constantly visited her; he gave her peace in her last moments and was gracious enough to organize her funeral service and speak of his personal experiences with her and the rest of my family. He did all of this despite the fact that none of us are Catholic. Pablo is, and will away be, a brilliant masterpiece of what it truly means to be not only a Christian, but also what it means to be a truly, good human being. I, for one, will always love, appreciate, honor, and respect him for it.

Last year, I was sitting and enjoying a day with Pablo. He told me that he was afraid that young people today didn’t have the passion to help others that young people had when my siblings and I were at Brebeuf. He outlined countless examples of old classmates that had helped or were helping to better the greater good. He was very concerned about the general apathy that he had seen develop recently.

I think that the most important lesson that we can learn from Father O’Brien is two-fold. First, care about humanity, justice, freedom, and religion and unreservedly express feelings like grace, love, and compassion. Second, do something about. Talk about it; do community service; forgive but protest transgressions; don’t ignore it, and don’t complain about it; change it. His cry for peace always rallied in front of the notion that no action was to small and all of our actions matter. He wanted us to just start showing love and compassion somewhere and everywhere we go. Better the world for all of its people and never accept anything less. This is his legacy.

Leanna Birge

Class of 1992


Sheila Jellison
June 7th 2005
skjellison@aol.com

Our family's last memory of Father Paul was April 26, 2003 when he officiated at the marriage of our daughter, Hilary.

I've watched the video a couple of times since the wedding and each time I am struck by Fr. Paul's joy, an infectious joy. He was having such a good time during the rehearsal, the rehearsal dinner and then the wedding and the reception. I think one of his favorite alumni-things-to-do was weddings. We are all thankful he was able to be such an important part of the wedding. Hilary had recently emailed Fr. Paul with news of their new baby....he was so happy for her.

Father Paul, KEEP SMILING!!! We know you are.....


Doug Rose
June 7th 2005
drose@rose-apartments.com

Rev. Paul O'Brien, S.J. was among the most decent, thoughtful, and honorable human beings I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. His sudden passing is incomprehensible. He enriched the lives of everyone with whom he came in contact. I will miss Fr. O'Brien a great deal. We can all get some measure of comfort in knowing that Paul O'Brien and Pat Sheehy are now reunited once again.

Doug Rose

Class of 1976


Robert Klausner
June 7th 2005
rklausner@aol.com

Father O'Brien was a man of great dignity, fairness and intellect. I remember his powerful influence at Brebeuf. He devoted his life to educate and benefit others.


Peter C. Ward
June 7th 2005
navychief@ellijay.com

Father O'Brien was my German teacher at Brebeuf, and a friend to me throughout all my years there. I will always remember him as someone I could count on for counseling, and as my friend. He was a firm, strong leader; yet he knew how to be a friend when you needed it most. I will always cherish the memories I have of Brebeuf, and of Father Paul "Oblio" O'Brien.

Pete Ward


Chrishawn Spackman
June 7th 2005
cspackman@hotmail.com

I am quite shocked at this news and saddened. There were only a few people that I had a chance to build a friendship with while I was there and Father O'Brien was one of them. He always had an open door to talk about anything; serious of just fun stuff! He always said hi and asked about you and how things were going in your life. "How are you" coming from him was not simply a greeting; it was a question. I offer my sincere condolence to his family. This is a great loss, but what a great legacy he left us as well.


Mrs. Robert Ploeger
June 7th 2005
Panda8489@cinci.rr.com

Dear O'Brien Family, Our deepest sympathy to everyone. Having married into the Ploeger family in 1967 I got to hear a lot of good stories about Father Paul, and then I met him for the first time in 1968. We enjoyed his yearly Christmas cards and hearing about his many journey's.. He Baptized both of our daughters in 1969 and in 1972. and then he officiated at our oldest daughters wedding- which we took as quite an honor. Having worked at St. Xavier High School for 21 years, his alma mater- I was very happy when he came to teach at St. X- I could count on seeing his smiling face every morning. He was always there if we needed him. He also officiated at my Mother-in-law and Father-in laws funeral , they were his Aunt Roe and Uncle Joe. Father Paul you will be missed by many and will always be in our prayers. Love, Your cousins, Bob and Rita Ploeger


Shelly Leer
June 7th 2005
mmleer@att.net

I didn't know Father O'Brien personally, but in the six years we have had children at Brebeuf he always was cheerful and kind. This past summer a group of kids organized dodgeball on Wednesday evenings in the gym. When I dropped off my soon to be Freshman, Father O'Brien was always walking in with a bite of dinner and a book to read while the kids played dodgeball. His presence on those evenings will remain a comforting memory to me and my son, Matt.

Onward and Upward!


Mark Thompson
June 7th 2005
mark@boltmandu.com

When I took the entrance exam to Brebeuf in 1964, it was Fr O'Brien who proctored the test. He made all of us then nervous prospective students feel at ease and at home. In sophmore year, He taught our class english and was a tough, but fair man. I respected him above all others that I had that year, he was the most "normal".

Mark Thompson '68


Bridget (Corydon) Parker
June 7th 2005
bridgetayrow@yahoo.com

My first real encounter with Fr. O'Brien on a personal level was my junilor year, he was my German teacher. In a class of 7 students, we learned a lot that year, German as well as life lessons. Father O'Brien became a family friend that year and would continue to touch our lives over the course of the next 13 years.

In the year 2000, I went to visit Fr. O'Brien at Brebeuf with my newborn son. He was very happy for me and when asked to perform Caleb's baptism, he agreed very enthusiastically! He performed a small, extremely meaningful ceremony in the chapel that was absolutely wonderful! Shortly after the baptism, we had to make a move to Virginia where we would spend the next few years.

Fr. O'Brien kept in touch with us and was even on our family mailing list to receive updates and pictures of our life in Virginia. Every year, as Christmas neared, Fr. O'Brien would call my dad to see when my siblings and I (along with my family) would be home for the holidays so that he could arrange to spend an evening with us. My husband and I always looked forward to these evenings and we were joined by close friends that looked forward to the visit as well.

For the first time since I've had children, I was able to make it home for the Alumni Easter Egg Hunt this year, it was nice to surprise Fr. O'Brien during this event as he had no idea that we would be home. He was genuinely pleased to see us and gave all of us a big bear hug, Caleb still talks about seeing him at "mommy's school" and asks when we will get to visit him again...

Auf Wiedersehen to a wonderful man!

Bridget (Corydon) Parker 1993


Karen Watt
June 7th 2005
kmwatt@gte.net

The fondest memory I have of Father O'Brien was when he had to take my brother Steve and I home from school one day - we must have been the last kids left on campus! For some reason, the parents forgot to pick us up! As he drove us home, Fr. O'Brien kept asking if we were there yet, since we lived quite a ways from Brebeuf.

Steve and I saw Fr. O'Brien in Houston a couple years ago when he was doing his alumni rounds. He contributed so much to Brebeuf and he will always be remembered!


Claudia Wilhite
June 7th 2005
claudiawilhite@earthlink.net

Like most people, I began an instantaneous friendship with Father Obie at our first meeting.

We were introduced in 1984 at a cocktail party at Brebeuf by my late husband, Rusty Wilhite '71 (According to Rusty, he attended Brebeuf "Back when it was a real school." A wise-cracking comment on the co-ed status.) Over the years, these two men taught me what "service to others" could and probably should mean - compassionate activism.

Over time this lesson has become the cornerstone of my life - "Love one another. Do what you can."

You can cover a lot ground with that battle cry.

Obie's service to others spans decades, time zones and generations. It is both his legacy and our directive for the future.

I am honored to join you in picking up Obie's torch and carrying on ..........


John Sweeney
June 7th 2005
sweener@sbcglobal.net

Our most sincere condolences. This was a man who went from Mr. O'Brien to Fr. O'Brien to our dear family friend Fr. Paul. You were my teacher, your presided at our wedding, you visited our home in your travels. We shared knowledge, we shared meals, we shared laughs, we shared life. You were truely a man for others. You will be missed by all.


John J. Sullivan
June 7th 2005
jsullivan@millermuller.com

Unlike many, I do not remember the first time I met Paul O'Brien. I was in the Class of '69 and Mr. O'Brien had left the summer before my freshman year. I am sure shortly after my graduation that I met Paul for an alumni function and years of phone-a-thons. Paul baptized two of my children: Annie, now a junior at Brebeuf, and Michael, an 8th grader. Over the past several years I would visit with Paul at the various games that my daughter, Katie '02, would cheer or the lacrosse games that my son, Patrick '04 would play. At the last lacrosse game in the State Tournament against Cathedral, Paul was listening to the Reds game on the radio. The last time I saw him was at my house for Patrick's graduation this summer. Paul O'Brien was a special person. I will miss him.


Leonard Axelrod
June 7th 2005
LAxelrod@Juno.com

Paul O'Brien was a friendly, warm, insightful, delightful, compassionate human being and a longtime friend. I will miss O'B's humor and conviction.

Although I have lived away from Indianapolis and Brebeuf for over 30 years, he was my lifeline to the school, community and my past. It is hard to understand and accept the death of such a young and vital individual, and yet as we age we learn of G-d's ways and purposes.

Two years ago, I had the opportunity to last see him and to introduce him to my son. His joy in meeting my son was a tremendous reward.

One day, as a freshman, I didn't know what Quo Vadis meant, and so, in between classes, I stopped by to quickly ask Mr. O'Brien what it meant, and he replied "where are you going", and to wit I replied with name of my next class.

As the first Jew to attend Brebeuf, it was a challenging personal time for me. There were internal and external pressures on me and for being at Brebeuf....Paul O'Brien was always there to offer counsel and support. Over the years, and as my activity and commitment to Brebeuf developed, he added/coined the initials "S.J." to following my name--"Super Jew" and gave me a "collar" in recognition. They were/are honors and memories each.

His ecumenical devotion and commitment carried through recent years as he was instrumental in recognizing, at Brebeuf, the Jewish holy day of Yom Kippur. Clearly a tribute to him, the school and the community.

This is not surprising given all of his other issues and concerns both domestically and internationally for the world and peace. He was a Man of all Seasons... Shalom, my friend, I will miss you...May you rest in peace.


Denise Herd
June 7th 2005
dherd@bch.com

Father O'Brien always remembered

me, my experiences during my four

years at Brebeuf and my evolving

career path.

I remember most recently when he

attended our Class of 1983 reunion

he had a special message, hug and

memory of each and every one of us.

He was truly a blessing from God.

The dash between the day he came

and left earth have truly left an mark

on many generations.

He will be missed.


Nikki Mazelin '93
June 7th 2005

Like many other colleagues and alums of Brebeuf Jesuit, I am struggling to fathom the loss we have suffered let alone understand the magnitude. I find it hard to help plan a goodbye for a man who is such a part of our daily lives. I will miss his vast and accurate memory. I will miss watching him at alumni events laugh jovially while talking to what he would say were members of his family. He always spoke affectionately of both his blood and Brebeuf family. I express my sympathy to all who will now miss seeing his face and hearing his voice. I take comfort knowing we will still feel him in our hearts.

–Nikki Mazelin

Class of 1993

Alumni Director at Brebeuf Jesuit


Pat Broemmel
June 7th 2005
pbroemmel@yahoo.com

To my knowledge one of the happiest years Paul spent was his year here in Berkeley at the School of Applied Theology. Paul relished every minute and shared his life with us with passion not only for the education provided but the deep personal work we engaged in.

Paul and I remained friends throughout the years, co planing our 2000 reunion providing our fellow classmates with a few laughs, contrasting his attendace to minute detail against my big picture , cut to the chase philosophy.

I last saw him at our reunion in Ireland in 2003. It was a joyous time as our Irish brothers and sisters opened their hearts and country to us, Paul loved every minute.

He will me missed by all of SAT class of 1995 and remembered as one of it's most beloved and outstanding members.

Farewell friend.


Maggie Piece Ragusa
June 7th 2005
aragusa@houston.rr.com

I met Paul O'Brien in 1977 when he first came to the Carmelite Monastery.

Not long after he became one of our regular chaplains and for several years he was my spiritual director.

I will always cherish his wisdom, his commitment to Ignatian Spirituality, and his passion for those justice issues that were close to his heart. My husband and I will be grateful for the times he visited Houston and stayed with us. Maggie Pierce Ragusa


Michael A. James '71
June 7th 2005
MAJames53@aol.com

For 35 years, Officer OB, as I affectionately called him, was my shoulder to cry on and a pillar of strength for me through many personal troubles. When I was diagnosed with AIDS in 1987, when my first longtime companion passed away in 1993, and when my second longtime companion passed away in 2002, Paul was there to console me and give me hope. Never judgmental, he was the model of what a priest and Jesuit should be. Though we communicated frequently by e-mail, most recently after his most recent surgery six weeks ago, the last time I had a chance to be with him was when Paul was in LA a few years back. I and another alumnus had the pleasure of taking him to lunch by the beach in Santa Monica. Paul light-heartedly tested my recollection of German by repeating a joke I remember him telling back in German class circa 1970. Of course, he also went on to speak of his love of Brebeuf and his pleasure at being able to keep in touch with alumni through his position as alumni chaplain.

God bless you and keep you, Father O'Brien.


Tim Freeman
June 7th 2005
tim@jesuits-chi.org

The Society of Jesus remembers Paul O'Brien with affection for his 49 years of service and is grateful to the many friends and benefactors who helped make that service possible.


Xiamara Hohman (2004)
June 7th 2005
hohmanxe@notes.udayton.edu

In the summer before my freshman year, I participated in the Work Study program at Brebeuf in order to pay off a portion of my tuition.

One afternoon, another student and I were cleaning the window wells just outside of the cafeteria, when a couple of our coworkers locked the window on us. The person that I was cleaning the window well with then proceeded to call our coworkers "fags". As the window wells acted as amplifiers, Fr. O'Brien heard her. However, the window had been opened by the time he arrived, and she had crawled back through. I, however, remained in the window well, picking pieces of trash out of it. For the next 30 minutes, Father O'Brien proceeded to lecture me on the respect that every person was due and told me that if he were in charge of the work study program, I would be fired for not giving all people the respect they deserved. Of course, I denied having called anyone a "fag", but that didn't matter to him. After he finished lecturing me, he came inside and lectured the entire group of us for another half an hour.

For a couple years following that event, I was terrified of Fr. O'Brien. Every time he came my way, I hid from him, scared to put one toe out of line around him.

My mother and my friends, of course, thought that this was ridiculous and told me that he probably didn't even remember the incident.

They were wrong.

In my senior year, Fr. O'Brien led a Kairos. I had already been, but I decided it was time to make peace with my memory of him. I wrote him a letter, reminding him of the incident and then thanking him for his deep committment to the Catholic belief of "Dignity of the Human Person".

When he returned from Kairos, Fr. O'Brien informed me that he did remember the incident and he was very proud of me for beginning UNITY (which he partially inspired me to begin with my best friend at Brebeuf) and that he was very happy to know that I had taken his words to heart.

During the summer, just after graduation, I returned to Brebeuf to invite Fr. O'Brien and Fr. Carey to my open house. Fr. O'Brien attended, and I was extremely happy to see him there as he talked about theology with my parents.

For the rest of my life, I will remember Fr. O'Brien as a man committed to justice and someone who would fight for what he believed in even when it made people uncomfortable. Fr. O'Brien was truly a great man, and I will miss him greatly.


Michelle Carranza
June 7th 2005
CPSteacher44@yahoo.com

I met Fr. O'Brien my senior year when I was awarded the scholarship in his name. We briefly spoke and he was one of the most compassionate and understanding people I had ever met. Not very often do you meet a person who you know that God is directly guiding them and he was one of those people. I spoke with him a couple of months ago at the 5 year reunion and he seemed so happy with his work at Brebeuf and it was apparent that he was very fulfilled by his purpose there. I was deeply saddened to hear of his passing so suddenly and will be praying for his family and friends for the months ahead.


William T. Burke, S.J.
June 7th 2005
sfxavier2000@yahoo.com

I served at Brebeuf with Paul when Carl Meirose was Rector-President. He was an outstanding Jesuit, very caring and dedicated. I know Brebeuf will grieve his loss. And I'm sure the Lord will receive him with open arms.

Ad majorem dei gloriam.


Jeff Sparks, '04
June 7th 2005
crocodileguy@hotmail.com

I never really knew Father O'Brien until my senior year at Brebeuf. When I went on Kairos #45, he was one of the adult leaders, and what a leader he was! The words he spoke will always be remembered as his talk really helped me realize the need to cherish life. Cherishing life was a value important to "Obie," as he went out of his way to make others feel welcomed. He would not tolerate disrespect towards anyone, and in turn treated all of the students with the same level of respect with which he treated everyone else. Father O'Brien always supported student causes, including hockey games and UNITY among other things, and will always be remembered by me as a fair and just man, who earned the respect of all around him. Father "Obie," you are greatly missed.


Tony Sutor
June 7th 2005
rasutor@sbcglobal.net

From Tony Sutor, '74: My education at Brebeuf was a cardinal point in my life, defined by truly great people who cared so very much about the young men in their charge. Reverend J. Paul O’Brien, S.J was one of my personal heroes who made a difference. In musing, my Sarah (’05) and Bryan (’07) may not understand a freshman’s trepidation in reporting for a Justice Under God. But in 1970 the Dean of Students towered over me by, well, it seemed like three or four feet! I am delighted that my children also came to know him, albeit under different circumstances. And is it possible that in thirty years he had gently mellowed like very rare, precious single malt Irish whisky? To me he was the quintessential Jesuit: superb educator, energetic advocate, a courageous and humble soldier for Christ. His trademark smile conveyed a deep love for people and life. He told me once: “Always smile. It keeps them wondering what you are up to.” Fr. O’Brien, please smile down on us now. Well done, good and faithful servant. God bless you.


Mark Steckbeck
June 7th 2005
msteckbeck@indy.rr.com

As with many other people, I was shocked and saddened when I heard of Father O’Brien’s death. Pater O’Brien, as we affectionately called him in German class, was as much a part of Brebeuf as the bricks and mortar. In some ways, it seems he was the mortar that held the school together.

Father O’Brien was more than involved with Brebeuf, he was committed. His commitment was not because it was his job, but because of his love for his school and his students.

Father O’Brien was a pretty good German teacher, and I can probably still mutter a few phrases of broken German after all these years, but it is the other lessons he taught, far more important ones, that will stay with me forever. He taught me how to respect myself and others; he taught me the value of the value of hard work; he taught me that there are certain behaviors that are unacceptable and that there are consequences for crossing that line. He taught me not what to think but how to think. He showed me that one committed person can make a difference in the lives of others.

When dealing with Father O’Brien, you always knew where you stood. If you messed up, you knew you would have to answer to O.B. That alone was enough to keep most young Braves in line. But when you crossed that line, you knew you were going to get chewed out, and nobody could hand out a chewing like O.B. I still remember the time some of the guys on the morning bus thought it would be fun to moon a passing car. One of the victims called the school and who do you suppose was waiting at the curb when the bus arrived? Fr. O.B. When O.B. was done lecturing us, even the bus driver wanted to repent. Let’s just say it didn’t happen again. OB was firm, but he was always fair. And when the lesson was learned and the punishment was served, O.B. forgave, although I’m pretty sure he never forgot. I don't think that man ever forgot anything.

Many students only knew Father O’Brien as a disciplinarian. He certainly was that, but he was much more. He was a caring person who took a genuine interest in the welfare of the students. He always attended school events. When I was injured in an after school sporting accident, Father O’Brien was the first one to come visit me in the hospital. He had a great sense of humor and laughed along with us when one of the students observed in German class that he parted his hair auf der Seite. And was the first one to let you know when you’d done a good job with a pat on the back or kind word.

It is only now in his passing that I have come to realize how rare it is to find all these qualities in one man. I wish I had the thoughtfulness and foresight to have said something to him before it was too late. Yet, even as I was writing this note, it occurred to me that Father O’Brien has taught me one final lesson: not to wait until somebody important in my life dies to acknowledge all he has done for me.

With that, I would like to say a few parting words to my friend and Teacher, Fr. O’Brien:

Thank you for your sharing your time, your wisdom, your sense of humor, and your humanity. Thank you for coming to see me in the hospital when I was injured. Thank you for being at almost every school event I ever attended. Thank you for remembering my name so many years after I graduated. Thank you for helping me become a better person.

I will miss you, but I will never forget you or the lessons you taught me.

Auf Wiedersehen, Pater.

Mark Steckbeck, Class of ‘76


Christoph Haase
June 7th 2005
haasechristoph@gmx.de

Good friends of mine from Indy wrote me about Paul's heart attack.

I immediately checked Brebeuf's website, to find out that Paul's picture reminded me of so many wonderful moments I spent

together with him, the thankfulness that I always owed him for making my stay in the US possible, the many wonderful people he introduced me too, and his everlasting smile whenever we met.

A sudden heart attack is probably not the way he wanted to die once, but I am sure that Paul was better prepared for his eternal life than a lot of other people, as his job - better - his passion, his faith, helped him through all of the difficult situations in his life and helped him to be a help for everybody who needed someone to listen, who needed help.

I lighted a candle for Paul in our church, and I remember a saying I once read that reminds me of Paul:

Das einzig Wichtige im Leben

sind die Spuren von Liebe,

die wir hinterlassen, wenn wir weggehen.

The only thing that matters in life are

the signs of love, that we leave,

when we part.

... and Paul left a lot of those signs among us.

Christoph


Jeff Andich
June 7th 2005
jeff.andich@verizon.net

Its always a very sad to hear when a former acquaintance/teacher/student at Brebeuf dies. While I didn't know Father O'Brien very well (I only saw him passing in the halls), reading the memories of his former students makes you realize what great and devoted person he was.

Jeff Andich - '88


Susan Hansen
June 7th 2005
shansen@brebeuf.org

I had the pleasure of working with Father O'Brien over the last 3 years. This summer brings to light the true nature of Father Paul. My son and I became the care giver to 3 new born bunnies that were abandoned by their bunny mom at our home. We slowly lost a baby each night, one was left and we tried very hard to keep him alive. After much agony the last one passed away while I was at Brebeuf working. We had to feed them every two hours so we had our last bunny in my office under a warming light. My young son was devastated and cried very hard about his loss. To no surprise Father Paul offered to give our last bunny a service out back. We held hands with the other children in childcare here at Brebeuf, while the bunny was buried by workstudy students. Our wonderful "man for others", Father Paul, gave a service and kind words that gave my son and I peace. Father Paul was very special to us and he was always there for others, ALWAYS!!!


Tom Shortridge
June 7th 2005
shortnj@aol.com

As a member of the Class of '72, I remember that Fr. O'Brien was the one man you didn't want to know too well. For a time he was Assistant Principal and was responsible for discipline, including handing out JUG's for any number of infractions committed by students (does Brebeuf still have JUG??). And yes, one time I was on the receiving end of O.B.'s JUG assignments.

But even back then everyone knew and respected Fr. O'Brien as being one of the Brebeuf founding Fathers.

Two years ago, Fr. Paul contacted me here in New Jersey to help organize a NY/NJ alumni function, and I happily agreed. It was during this brief time that I got to know Fr. Paul as a friend. We worked together making plans for the get-together, we had dinner and wonderful conversations at my home, and he stayed the night as our guest. My wife and I were honored to have Fr. Paul in our home.

I won't be able to attend the services, but my thoughts and prayers will reach out to him. He was a truly lucky man to be so blessed here on earth and now with God! Goodbye.


Susan O'Drobinak Wright
June 7th 2005

I met Father O'Brien in 1969. He escorted me to the cafeteria to sell Ladywood musical tickets to the gentlemen of Brebeuf. My three brothers came to know him well in high school. In 2001 I came to see Father O'Brien as my son reached highschool age. I knew immediately that the character of the school had been maintained and that this was the place for Matt. To my utter astonishment, he asked about each of my brothers, my folks, even my sister and niece BY NAME. To have known the sheer numbers of people that he did and still have such an amazing personal touch characterizes Fr. O'Brien's incredible gift to the Brebeuf community. We have suffered an incredible loss.


Tom Peterson '66
June 7th 2005
acts@ost.edu

As a member of the pioneer class of '66, Mr. O'Brien became one of my indelible memories with his smile, his wit, and his incredible sincerity. Over the years his devotion to Brebeuf emerged through the Alumni Association he so assiduously fostered and the remarkable recall he had for names and faces. I cherish the visit he paid my family in San Antonio, and the sharing of his passion for Social Justice in South America. I will miss his messages in the Byline but will look forward to a great reunion with him someday. Vaya con Dios, Padre Pablo!


Nancy Poore
June 7th 2005

As a recent acquaintance of Father O'Brien my sense of loss relates to his knowledge. Knowledge of the history and evolution of Brebeuf and knowledge of the past 67 years in our community history. The presence of older folks is precious to our children. Perhaps one of Father Paul's last gifts to today's students may be the realization expressed by my daughter: She reflected her sadness that she had not known enough about the man in his entirety; his talents, his dedication to action for justice, and his passion for languages, which she shares. My hope is that his love for Latin and languages will be expressed in the endowed scholarship.


Jim Lykins '66
June 7th 2005
jlykins@walshbros.com

In 1962 Mr. Paul O'Brien came to Brebeuf and joined Fr. William Schmidt, Fr. William Fay, Fr. Jack Williams, Brother Jack Kane and others to form a special team! This special Leadership team would become mentors to 130 some curious young pioneers. They would teach, coach, inspire, motivate and challenge these young men to ultimately establish and begin to mold what would become the Brebeuf Spirit!

Paul O'Brien relished this challenge to help establish our school and set the foundation and direction for what Brebeuf Jesuit has ultimately evolved into today.

Paul was indeed passionate about the Brebeuf Alumni spirit! He traveled around the country re-uniting us, sharing memories of the past, informing us of the present and sharing Brebeuf's vision for the future.

He was a special part of so many of our lives! It's truly a sad, yet memorable day for the Maroon & Gold. Paul O'Brien's work, dedication, friendship, leadership and spirit will always be respected and remembered.

Our thoughts and prayers are with Fr.Paul O'Brien's family and the Brebeuf Jesuit Community.

Respectfully

Jim Lykins '66


Marianne McCarty
June 7th 2005
jmjabc1@aol.com

I was blessed to know Fr. O'Brien during my years at Brebeuf. I have never known anyone with so much genuine concern for others. Coincidently, today I was reading an editorial about the events in El Salvador and it brought back memories of Fr. Paul and his support of and commitment to this cause. On a personal note, when my father-in-law died suddenly, Paul was one of the first to share a prayer and open his heart to myself and my family. I know that we will all hold Paul in our hearts and that his presence in our lives has been a true gift from God. I regret that I will not be able to attend the services in his memory but I will be there in spirit. God bless our Brebeuf family as we mourn his loss.


Peggy Hille Gellenbeck
June 7th 2005
rgellenbeck@fuse.net

From a close friend, one of many; Condolences to Paul's family and relatives. My heart is joyful to have known him but tears of sadness drip from my face when I think of our loss.

My deceased husband of five years, Gene Hille, was a childhooh friend. We were one of Paul's first marriages - 1969. Dear Paul giving Gene's euology (as per Paul, I have a copy) referred to Gene as his best friend. He also shared and gave an example of their friendship but it also relates and describes what Paul was for us all.

Gene had gone to confession on a Saturday, a few weeks before his death at St. Catherine's (in Cincinnati). As we all know Paul, who exemplied and lived his faith, and of his many committments, Paul just happened to be hearing confessions that day at that church. Anyway, they both recognized each others voice and they came out and embraced and continued confession, face to face, as though it was just the natural thing to do.

For me that situation describes trust, love, caring, devotion, faith....that was, our dear friend Paul.

Paul, I miss you. And now, who will give me a run down on all the current movies?


Kurt Eichholtz
June 7th 2005
k_eichholtz@hotmail.com

My father passed away 5 years after I had graduated Brebeuf. I had not kept in close contact with anyone at Brebeuf in those years, but was amazed that Fr. O'Brien S.J., Fr. Streetor S.J. and Fr. Munz S.J. all were on the alter of my fathers funeral mass. I was deeply touched by their presence, they did not know my father, they were there for me.


Andrew Noga
June 7th 2005
afnoga@yahoo.com

When I arrived at Brebeuf Jesuit in the July of 2003 for my first interview with the Selection Committee, I stayed as a guest with the Jesuit Community. On the morning of my interview, I sat down in the Jesuit kitchen for a few minutes to read the paper and have a bite to eat. Father O'Brien (POB) was the first Jesuit I had met here at Brebeuf other than Father Hawley, our President. POB asked me my name and told me that he had heard some of my personal history. We compared notes on our experiences as students at Saint Xavier (Cincinnati) and Saint Ignatius (Cleveland). Then, POB began with his history of Brebeuf Jesuit. As many of us know very well, this was not an abbreviated version. By the time I had to leave for the interview, I believe that POB had just reached the mid-1970s when Brebeuf Jesuit became co-educational.

What I remember most about that conversation was POB's deep and abiding affection for all members of our community. His smile was infectious, his laughter contagious, and his personal commitment to God, his Jesuit brothers, and all members of the Brebeuf Jesuit community boundless. POB - I look forward to hearing the remainder of Brebeuf Jesuit's history when we are together again (I will have a few extra chapters to add myself). I love you and will miss you on this upcoming Kairos, Drew Andrew Noga, Principal


Brad Cuppy '85
June 7th 2005

First, my condolences to Fr. O'Brien's family for their loss and our loss as Alumni Chaplain. I found out about Fr. O'Brien's passing when I looked at the Indpls Star web page on Monday morning before work.

During most of my freshman year, Fr. O'Brien was gone ('81-'82 school year), I heard many stories of him as Dean of Students and how "harsh" he was. Towards the end of the year, he came back and I was in the halls and I remember this friendly guy come up and chat with me. Being unfamiliar who he was, I asked him what his name was and he said, "Father O'Brien". I joked with him that I heard many stories and we both laughed. Even though he was no longer Dean of Students, he still like to run a "tight ship". At the end of my sophomore year, I and a few others got taken to the Dean's office by him for doing fireworks, something like a bottle rocket. I got excused when it was mentioned that I was not involved. He was very fair about the whole thing.

In the time after I graduated, I would visit Brebeuf at the Reunions and he would be there. He would go out of his way to give tours of different parts of the school and point out the changes since our time there.

In the past several years, I would come back to Indy from Colorado and when school was in session like during Thanksgiving, I made it a point to go see him. Several years ago, Fr. O'Brien came to Denver for a gathering of Colorado alumni which was a memorable time.

Many of the Brebeuf Alumni will miss Fr. O'Brien and we will not forget him.


Bob and Rosalyn Benson
June 7th 2005
bensonra@muohio.edu

Our son Michael attended St. Xavier HS in Cincinati, graduating on June 2, 1999. Mike had fourth-year religion class from Fr. Paul who was also celebrant at the Baccalaureate Mass. That was the first time we met Paul and we found him to be warm and engaging as well as extremely insightful about our son.

When Mike was killed three weeks later in a single car accident near our home in Oxford, Fr. Paul immediately contacted us to provide support. That support included his offer to concelebrate Mike's funeral mass with our (Episcopal) priest (which he did, much to our joy) and his support of us with many visits and letters as well as daily prayers for Mike.

We will always be grateful for the love and care Paul showed to Mike at St. X and for the love and care he gave us as we faced the loss of our only child. It became abundantly clear to us that Paul was a man of deep and unshakable faith whose heart was enormous and whose spirit was all-embracing: he truly embodied the Jesuit ideal of being a man for others. We will miss him very much.


Jim Gilmer
June 7th 2005
jagilmer@nycap.rr.com

As a scholastic, Mr. O'Brien -- "O.B." -- was my Latin teacher in freshman and sophmore years at Brebeuf. And what a splendid teacher! (He also gave me my first jug -- not that I deserved it, but I'm sure I needed it.)

My last opportunity to visit with Fr. Paul was a couple years ago at an alum meeting at Fordham. I was still able to recite the first lines of the freshman text on Julius Caesar.

After the meeting, we had a beer at a nearby bar and caught up a little before going our separate ways. He told me of his work in Central America and he happy he was about one of his students would be traveling there soon.

As we hugged saying goodbye, I whispered to him "A-M-D-G". I don't think he expected that, for he pulled back and looked at me, but only for a second, before that broad, beautiful smile lit up the kind, gentle, and open face of a this true soldier of Christ.

Thank you, Fr. Paul, for your teaching, your labor and all your good works spent helping to make us, and this world we inhabit, a better place "for the greater glory of God."


Rachel O'Brien '04
June 7th 2005
ROBRIEN@depauw.edu

Along with the rest of the Brebeuf community and others who knew him, I was shocked to hear of his sudden death on Sunday night. I remember thinking after graduating this past May that now I was apart of Brebeuf alumni. I would be one of the students that OB would remember. Of course, it would be hard for him to forget me because we shared the same last name which made it even easier for both of us to approach each other my freshman year. I came to know and love OB over my four years at Brebeuf. Most of my encounters with him were when I was turning in scholarship essays at the very last minute. He would always say to me that he had a niece that I reminded him of. Then he would proceed to take a picture out of his wallet that was worn from years of handling and point her out in the picture. By my senior year I knew exactly where she was standing in the picture and what he would say about it. I am honored to be able to share my last name with such a loved, compassionate, and caring man. He truly represented the Brebeuf motto of "men and women for others." A piece of Brebeuf's history will be missed but I know he will live in our hearts forever. Thanks for the memories OB...hope to meet and chat with you about Brebeuf again someday years from now.


Gary Kinnaman, Class of '73
June 7th 2005
kergerite@aol.com

There are no words, there can be no words - and yet, there must be words. Words - and the memories they evoke - are the means by which we light the darkness, repel the fear, and line the sadness with hope. In the face of death, words conquer. "Be not afraid." "I am always with you." "I go before you."

Words are, somehow, appropos when referring to Father O'Brien. (Forgive me, but I come from the 'old school' where a way of showing respect always meant - and required - using a person's title, especially for someone learned, accomplished, or renowned. Those are words that apply here, but that's another story told with great eloquence and style by other respondents here.)

When I came to Brebeuf in the Fall of 1969, Father O'Brien was my Freshman English teacher. I'd never heard of Strunk and White before, but I've never forgotten them since. I'll never forget the first assignment he gave us - to write a descriptive paragraph of a man walking down the street. That's all the direction we were given - and I'm sure he meant it to be enough rope with which we could hang ourselves. And, boy, did I ever! I guess I probably made enough grammatical and syntactical mistakes to make Shakespeare, Webster, and Fitzgerald wish they could disavow sharing a common language with me. If my memory serves me correctly, mine was one of the essays displayed on the overhead projector as an example of '...a writing style to be assiduously avoided.'

But, somehow, I made it through. For the next four years, Father O'Brien was always there. As a teacher, Assistant Principal ("The following students will report to me after school...."), and, finally, at graduation, as the one who said, "This class wouldn't be complete without you."

Father O'Brien would pop up occasionally as my life travels wound to the University of Notre Dame, a career in Connecticut, a 3-year side trip to a seminary in Boston, and my present life in Maryland. His congratulatory message to me upon my receipt of a Masters Degree meant more than I would have thought possible, and his recent visit to the Washington, DC area afforded me an opportunity to re-connect with a past that had somehow, while ever-present, become distant. As had been the case some 30 years before, he was there. And just by being there, he made all the difference.

Now, it saddens me that I can't be there. Yet, I am comforted somehow by the sure knowledge that, as ever before, he is still here. In the lives he touched, shaped, and loved, he is still here. Even in my humble and broken vessel, he is here and at work. And I am grateful.

Thank you.


Judith Laurence Banks
June 7th 2005
blondeboheme2003@yahoo.com

Fr. O'Brien...a shining light, an inspiration, a sage, a man for all people. Because my former husband, Dan Laurence, is at odds with computers, I know I can speak for both of us. Dan graduated in 1966 from Brebeuf, (God bless you Tom Peterson and John Sweeney), and from Xavier U in 1970. Throughout our college years, Fr. O'Brien stayed in touch. When we were married in 1971, Fr. Paul was the officiator for our vows. He dined many times with us throughout the years, mesmerizing our children with his tales of travel and teaching. Our youngest son, Andrew, graduated from St. Xavier in 1998 and had the privilege of being shadowed and mentored by Fr. O'Brien. We all felt so lucky and blessed with good fortune. Andrew is contemplating marriage in the next several years and we had discussed asking Fr. O'Brien to officiate at his wedding ceremony. That will never happen now..but in our sadness we realize that Fr. Paul will be blessing each of us every day for the rest of our lives. He was such a profound influence on all whose lives were touched by him. Thank you, Fr. Paul, for all your wisdom, understanding, non-judgmentalism, fairness and love. We will see you in the next life. We have and continue to love you and celebrate your life.


Abby Smith
June 7th 2005
abbyg1957@indy.rr.com

My first memories of Father O'Brien were when he was Dean of Students in the late 70's early 80's. My sister-in-law was a student at the time and would complain how unfair the rules were, as only a teenager can. Twenty years later I became aquainted with Father O'Brien again. My children were now the students at Brebeuf. He made a point of seeking them out and telling them his connection with my husbands family. He would stop them in the halls and just talk to them. He also made a point of visiting my in-laws during both of their long illnesses. I had the priviledge of working with him on the diversity committee at Brebeuf. I learned so much from him. I will miss not seeing him at hockey games. Brebeuf truely lost a great friend and champion. I will miss him dearly and only hope I can honor him by living my life with the caring and compassion he showed to all.


Jim Sicking
June 7th 2005
jasmonthgt@aol.com

I first remeber Paul when I first was at St. Xavier High as a student in 1952 and became a friend of his brother Jack. My memories were connected to the Sodality, a spritual group we all belonged to and as I recalled Paul was a leader. I was not surprised that he went to the Milford Novitiate (Unfortunately I have lost the home movie I took there of him in his cassock). Our next visit was in Franfort just prior to his ordination in 1968. He came to my hotel room and we were both in shock at the assasination of Bobby Kennedy that had happened in L.A. I remember his first mass at St. Teresa's new Church and then being surprised seeing him many years later with his dad up at St. X in the nineties at an open house. Jack, my sympathies to you and Bill and your families. I will be thinking of you as I occasionally drive down Overlook since I am now a West-sider for 32 years and the Plaza has become my place for shopping.

Jim


Tony Russo
June 7th 2005
trusso@fuse.net

I feel privileged to have known Paul, especially after reading his obituary and the tributes to him, not that I knew him well. I admired and respected him as I followed four years behind him at St. Teresa, St. X. and along the Jesuit trail. He could pitch. I watched him and Dick Drott pitch years ago. I knew Jack and Bill better, but none of them well. The few times Paul and I talked I remember him as the wonderful person described in the obituary and comments from others. I am saddened to hear of Paul's sudden death and offer my condolences to Jack and Bill and the family.


Ann Moriarty
June 7th 2005
amoriarty@ameripath.com

An older priest was "filling in" on a weekend at our parish, St. Pius X in Indianapolis. I remember a friendly, humorous priest, who spoke of peace and justice in the world and in our individual lives. I remember thinking "You can always tell a Jesuit. The message is faith and action based."

Little did I know the impact that that Jesuit priest Fr. O'Brien would have on my family. Two of my children go to Brebeuf and have gotten to know Fr. O'Brien well. It was through Fr. O'Brien that we had an opportunity to host a German student whose father was a good friend of Paul's. Paul was always approachable, loved to talk to students and parents alike. He had a burning enthusiasm for Brebeuf sports and attended every football game since my son began playing in 2001. Father O'Brien WAS "Brebeuf Man."

We love Father O'Brien. The world is an emptier place in his absence. However, we will all live a better life because of knowing him.


Leo Stenz
June 7th 2005
lstenz@stenzcorp.com

Father Paul O’Brien, simply put, loved his Jesuit Ministry at his home--Brebeuf Jesuit . “Obie” was truly a man for others. His ministry was more wide spread than he would ever know.

In a fast paced world, he always made himself available to everyone. Paul was a true friend, teacher, and leader to all the extended Brebeuf community. He prided himself as the ‘exact answer man” of the history and heritage of his beloved Brebeuf community . He was the consistent link from our humble beginnings in 1962 to the present-he was our library. He had many gifts; one might say that he had the gift of gab. Most importantly he had the gift of methodically staying involved and in touch with the lives of the alumni, parents,and present students. He stayed involved through writing through writing kind notes, celebrating alum weddings and baptisms , hospital visits, and concelebrating at funerals. Paul was the consummate fan, always seen standing close to the sidelines. One time, Paul was a little too close - during a football end sweep, he received a broken leg. Undaunted, as recented as this past Friday Night Football Game, Paul could be seen on the sidelines of the field. Through these many heartfelt activities Father O’Brien fostered and maintained the connectedness and love that exists in our Brebeuf Community.

I am only 1 of over 5800 alumni that was touched by the life of Father Paul O’Brien. In the year of 1962, when Father was only 26 years old, he taught me Freshmen Latin. (He would most likely correct these dates – but I suggest that they are close enough.) Since my early Latin studies, Father O’brien has continued in my life as a faithful friend, mentor and spiritual director. Over the years, Father has stood in celebration with me at times of joy and has been by my side during times of grief and sorrow – from the baptism of my children to the burial of my parents. Over the years Paul continued to teach me, and although I don’t remember much of my Latin verse, I will always remember the important truths of which he spoke.

Father O’Brien loved Brebeuf – it was his home. We will miss him and never forget him. He has forged a lasting legacy – to be reflected by all the students, parents and alumni he has loved. Paul’s energy and influence will abide forever at Brebeuf because “though the voice is quiet; the spirit echoes still.”

Leo Stenz

Class 0f “66”


Gregg Boyd ('72)
June 7th 2005

(Class of 1972) I shall pray here today that the Lord will try to help in the loss of Father Paul to his family and so many friends.

Father OBrien was special to so many (and to me). He was at Brebeuf during much of my 4 years (1968-1972). He was in his twenties I believe. A very talented and educated man with the tongue of a well groomed foreign diplomat. He could speak 4 or 5 languages, (and I was having a difficult time with Latin.) I would say it was all Greek to me, but He could speak Greek as well.

I shall not focus on his loss of life here on earth but rather my luck to have been woven (although lightly)into the fabric of Paul's Brebeuf life.

It is with death that we all often only then realized just how important or meaningful a person is in our own life.

What we had with "OBie"... was a gentle sincere man interested in us (in others). A man that loved BREBEUF, was Brebeuf and loved all the kids attending... And yes, he was a dean for awhile, and many times acted like a Dean, which seemed to bother OBie (I think) a little...Not that he was not a good dean, but that he had to act tough on kids, which seemd at odds with his True gentleness and kindness...

OBie married my brother Guy III at the Butler University gardens, along with my sister in laws deacon...and OBie was so much part of the family.

One of my older brothers (Class of 66) and I (1972) attended Brebeuf, and my two oldest childred KRISTIN (2001) and Brian (2003) attended Brebeuf while my youngest Heather is currently a sophmore at Brebeuf... and OBie is certainly one of the school's alluring assets that pulled my kids toward Brebeuf.

He loved us all, he helped so many, and he will be missed, but Thank You GOD for allowing me to know this man...

May his life be an inspiration to us all...

Gregg Boyd ...Class of 1972


Katie O'Donoghue Ly
June 7th 2005
irishmo1@earthlink.net

My last memory of Father O'Brien was at my brother Patrick's funeral in the summer of 2000. Father O'Brien had surgery only a couple of days prior, and yet despite his own obvious discomfort, he was there for Patrick (and our family) as he always had been over the years. I did not attend Brebeuf High School like my older siblings, but I became very fond of and had a great respect for Father O'Brien.


Greg Foote
June 7th 2005

I am touched and saddened at Paul's death. I think of Shakespeare's iambic,

"He was my friend, faithful and just to me." And I marvel at the number of

friends he had. Blessings to others.

But I feel deeply, too, in a global

sense. A mad world, a "bent world,"

is parched for peace. Paul deserves a

memorial as a Friend and Patriot for Peace.


Dean Maines '77
June 7th 2005

I first met OB when I entered Brebeuf as a freshman in 1973, where I knew him primarily as my German teacher. I think I was ill-prepared for one of our first recitation exercises, and OB provided some distinctive "encouragement" that ensured I would never again be unprepared for class. OB later prompted me to apply for a summer program that gave me an opportunity to live and study in Germany. It was a great experience, and I wouldn't have done it without his urging.

I stayed in touch with Paul throughout the years. By far my favorite memory as an alumn was a visit OB and Brother Buchman made to my father when Dad was in St. Vincent's hospice. It was a wondeful couple of hours, full of the sharing of memories from different periods of Brebeuf's history. As Paul was leaving, he apologized to Dad because he would be leading a retreat and thus wouldn't be able to visit for a few days. Dad passed away the following afternoon. OB concelebrated Dad's funeral mass at Our Lady of Grace in Noblesville.

While Paul and my father could be very different, I think they were more alike than dissimilar. They were talented teachers; they insisted on discipline in the learning process, and thereby taught their students how to learn; and they had a deep and abiding respect for their students. And they both had a wonderful sense of humor -- although Dad's was a bit saltier than Fr. Paul's!

When I think of Paul and the deep relationships he developed with so many people, I can only say this: He truly lived out Fr. Arrupe's admonition to be "a man for others." In that respect, he showed forth the very best of the Society. And I know that for Paul it was all rooted in the very simple aspiration articulated by St. Ignatius 500 years ago: AMDG.

Auf weidersehen, mein Lehrer und Freund. Vielen Dank.

Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him. May he rest in peace. Amen.


Jim Rocap '67
June 7th 2005

Father O'Brien - OB - Paul - Fr. Paul, will live with those of us who were privileged to know him in life, until our own deaths and then beyond. His lasting lesson to us is this: that a life and heart of simplicity and dedication - uncomplicated, unfazed and untarnished by ambition or the pursuit of personal glory - will have as broad and deep an impact on the lives of others as that of our greatest heroes. May all of us strive to be as unassuming and unpretentious, humble and caring, dedicated to others and committed to justice, as OB. Jim Rocap, Class of '67.


Kelly Ivcevich '88
June 7th 2005
kivcevich2@comcast.net

My first memory of Fr. O'Brien was of him greeting me as I returned to campus after a 40 minute hiatus. If I were a senior, this would have been permitted; however, I was a freshman and caught red handed. He served me a jug with a smile and brief, yes brief, lecture so that I could make it to my next class. Little did I know that this encounter would lead to a wonderful friendship. To me, Fr. O'Brien is the spirit of Brebeuf Jesuit and a shining example of "men and women for others." I will miss him.


Regine Zimmer Gordon
June 7th 2005
rzglaw@aol.com

In loving memory of Fr. O'Brien. I will always remember his incredible smile and the kindness that he extended to all. Fr. O'Brien last contacted me by email on one of his alumni visits to Florida--I remember just being thrilled to hear from him. He did so much for Brebeuf and has helped to makle it the great place it is today.

Fr. O'Brien went out of his way to make the girls welcome when we arrived at Brebeuf in 1976 and insisted tha the boys do the same.

Fr. O'Brien you will be missed but one can truly say that you have left quite a legacy behind.

My deepest synpathy to his family, his Jesuit family, his Brebeuf family and all who had the privilege of knowing him.

Regine Zimmer Gordon '79


Courtney Bendush
June 7th 2005
cbendush@indiana.edu

Father O'Brien was such a special man whose light shone only for those whom he could help. He devoted his life to helping those in need, which is the mark of a truly remarkable man. Words cannot ever do this great man justice and he will forever be deeply loved and missed by everyone whose hearts he has so lovingly touched with his warmth, compassion, enthusiasm and light. God rest his soul.