Paul Fairchild

November 14, 1970 – September 25,2017

Fairchild, PaulPaul Fairchild, a journalist and 12-year resident of Edmond, Oklahoma died on September 25, 2017 at the age of 46. Paul is survived by his parents Pete and Patricia; his sister Sarah; his former wife Rachel; and his children, Cole and Mikayla.

Paul was born November 14, 1970 in Tulsa, Oklahoma. He spent his childhood and teenage years in Denton, Texas and San Bernardino, California, graduating in 1989 from San Gorgonio HS, where he was an honors student and champion debater. In 1993, Paul graduated from Pomona College as a Philosophy major. Among his many achievements was his tenure as student body president his junior year. Comic books were a lifelong passion for Paul, the Green Lantern being his favorite superhero. After graduation, he dedicated his career to publishing comics, hoping to create the first socially conscious superhero. In 1996, he married Rachel and in August 2001 and October 2004 he welcomed his beautiful son and daughter, who were the lights of his life. In his early 30’s Paul’s career focus shifted to journalism. He published over 250 articles in Oklahoma magazines and garnered attention among comic book scholars for an iconoclastic history of Superman in Atlantic Monthly, entitled “Kryptonite is Crap.”  Paul struggled with mental health issues for most of his adult life and was much admired by the psychiatric medical community for his article on the Oklahoma mental health insurance crisis.

Paul is remembered by friends and family for his mischievous grin, many pranks, sarcastic wit, and willingness to go above and beyond for the people he loved. He could quote every line in any 80’s pop culture movie. He loved baseball and was a voracious reader. He loved to tell stories and make people laugh.

A memorial service will be held on Wednesday, October 4 at 2 p.m. at Matthews Funeral Home at 601 S. Kelly Ave. Edmond, OK 73003. In lieu of flowers, the family kindly suggests contributions be made to the National Alliance on Mental Illness or to a scholarship fund for Paul’s children. Please contact the funeral home for more information.

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  1. My condolences to Paul’s family, Rachel, his children and his parents. His friendship meant so much to his high school “gang”. His humor, wit, and moral compass impacted so many of his friends in ways that no words can adequately explain. Troy Paredes and Mark Rehe and I spoke recently on how much Paul influenced the development of our minds, intellects, and beliefs. He was a crusader, showing many of his friends leadership skills before he even found his own calling in college. We will miss you Paul.

  2. Ditto Peter Maurice’s comments. I was among Paul’s “gang” in high school and can attest to Peter’s account. Paul and I reconnected a few years ago when he relocated to the Bay Area for a short time. He stayed at my place in Oakland for a while as he looked for an apartment. It was great to see him again and, in light of recent events, I consider myself lucky to have had the opportunity to re-bond with my old high school buddy. My heart goes out to Paul’s family.

  3. Like Peter and Jason, I knew Paul when he was about Cole and Mikayla’s age. Three things that I think you should know about your Dad:

    (1) He loved the movie “Better Off Dead”. If you ever heard your Dad say “I want my two dollars” – it’s from this movie.

    (2) He was an expert pen flipper. Google “pen flipping” and “pen spinning”.

    (3) His sarcastic wit couldn’t hide how much he cared for people, and specifically, his respect for women.

    A quick story illustrates this: I was on the debate team with Paul. I was pretty mediocre at it, but Paul never dismissed my contribution. I was also one of the few girls on the team. It was often just me and the boys. Sometimes conversation would include negative comments about other girls. It was NEVER your Dad who made these comments and he would consistently confront the guys on how inappropriate these comments were. This was really unusual in the 80s, and shows how deeply he respected girls and women, even then.

    I will never know your father as you knew him, but I hope my note can help you know him as I did.

  4. I got to know Paul Fairchild towards the end of my Pomona career. Pomona is a relatively small place and I suppose that I knew of Paul from early days, but it wasn’t until I became really close with Stewart McCullough that I got to know Paul well. At that time Stewart, our other co-conspirator Brandon, and I were known for our rather odd-ball antics on campus. I remember that Paul always had a keen curiosity about what we were doing. He would ask us why we chose to do some of the things that we chose to do, often with a lot more insight than we probably had on our own quirky behavioral choices.

    After graduating from Pomona, Stewart, Paul, Rachel, and I decided that we were all going to give living in New York City a try, so we found an apartment on 7th Avenue in Park Slope located over an Indian curry restaurant. At the time I was deeply immersed in two worlds — being a first-time teacher and playing in bands — and I was definitely the strange ghost of our apartment, haunting the place at odd hours. But I still got a chance to hang out with Paul quite a bit, and I remember very clearly that he always showed interest in what I was doing. Paul was deeply intrigued by people and their stories; I don’t know a lot about what sort of philosophy he learned at Pomona, but to me he was an avid philosopher of human behavior. A lot of what I was into was totally foreign to Paul, but he wanted to know about it, always with the good question and the elfish grin in his eyes that showed me that he was both suitably skeptical and completely open to what I was up to. His questions were always challenging, but also always warm.

    I also remember Paul’s sense of humor, which was perfectly in line with my own New York sense of the funny. Sarcastic and sometimes a bit biting, Paul’s humor was often aimed at advocating for the underdog by taking a shot at the bully.

    Although I have not been in touch with Paul for over two decades, the loss of his curious intellect and generous gregariousness is very hard for me to accept. Paul was one of those people who shone an interesting and perspective-changing light on things, and the world is a slightly darker place without him.

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