Saturday, July 11, 2015
July 10, 2015
Billy and me.
Say, Bill.
I’m so sorry you died, but I’m so glad you lived.
I’m glad I had you as a father-in-law.
I’m glad you raised the beautiful girl who became my wife.
I’m glad you accepted a transfer to Quebec, so I could meet my beautiful wife.
I’m glad you showed her and me what being a good father meant.
I’m glad you had such a great sense of humor. You came out with some classic lines that I’ll never forget.
Like the time you were walking down the hall at the hospital , wearing that gown with your backside exposed, and you turned and said, “ It pays to advertise ! “
Or each time you came out of the shower feeling refreshed you would comment: “ Just like Elizabeth Taylor says each year, “ I feel like a new man.”
I’m glad you helped me get a job when I needed one, and my wife, and so many others. You always helped.
I’m glad you were so calm, patient, and even-tempered, showing me qualities in a man I rarely saw before.
I’m glad you had many years of retirement in Victoria, and we got to visit often.
I’m glad you were a great host. Every time we visited, you made sure we were comfortable and that we had a great time, which we always did. We have so many great memories from those days. You always loved to show us around. You brought us to see amazing places that few people know about, and we always looked forward to the next adventure. I always thought you should be a tour guide.
I’m glad we got to live close to you in the last several months here, and got to see you often, and help out a bit.
I’ll be glad to see you in heaven, and you can show me around.
