Wednesday, March 9, 2022
Dear Bill, when I woke up this morning at 4am I had the strangest feeling that you were in the room with me and that we were already having a conversation. I was reminiscing with you about all the happy times we have shared over the years.
In my early years you were like an older brother to me, someone I could call upon for help at any hour of the day or night. I recall the time when I was involved in a car accident in New York City, just off the ramp to one of the expressways. When I called home for help you came to “rescue” me with a bunch of kids in tow. You always had kids surrounding you and it was obvious how much you enjoyed them. You were like the Pied Piper of Crystal St.
Bill, there was no more relaxing way to spend an afternoon than sitting around a table with you - talking, laughing and enjoying one of your incredibly delicious and nourishing meals. Your garden was a labor of love, and you were not afraid to use spices to create tastes that literally jumped off the plates. Who could forget the wonderful sausages and peppers you made for our annual picnic? While your culinary standards were high, it didn’t stop you from enjoying a good pizza or hamburger at one of the favorite local eateries that you, Claude, CJ and I would frequent. Later on, during Covid, we kept it up by ordering out and enjoying those meals in the back yard. Good times and good laughs make for great memories - and we will treasure them.
When I heard the news that you had passed, my first thought was that my 4am conversation with you would be my last. Now I realize that no, I will always hear your voice delivering those entertaining stories, usually punctuated with expletives such as the signature “Godammit!” And it will always make me laugh and remind me that your spirit is still with us.
Bill, I know how hard you fought to stay alive and be with your family. Thanks for everything, especially what you taught us about love and courage. It’s time for you to rest now - love you, brother.