My heart really hurts today. Today, one of the greatest people that I have known passed away. I’ve known him for about 32 years…one of the kindest, funniest, most caring men that has ever walked the face of the earth has entered into eternity.
He wasn’t my father, but he was certainly my second father. No matter how his life was going, he always took a second to ask about mine. When I asked him how he was, he would always look at me with that Mr. Bill look and say, “Hon, if I were any better, I’d be twins.”
He was a dedicated husband…he only had eyes for Mrs. Bill. He loved her for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, til death did them part.
He was a dedicated father who loved all of his children. He spent time with them, mentored them, and allowed them to live their lives and make their own success–and mistakes.
I cry for my loss, for my friends’ loss. But I also celebrate his life. He made the best Manhattan Clam Chowder I ever ate. He was very talented with his hands.
The best thing about this is that he really didn’t suffer too long…compared to others that I’ve watched battle cancer.
Mr. Bill, I love you. I will miss you dearly, but I will never forget you. RIP neighbor, RIP.
Deneen White 