Friday, February 27, 2026
So many memories of Bill. Such a very cute, joyous, sweet little brother. When we were young kids, one winter when the snow was deep and had a thick, icy crust, we slid down the hill behind our house, grabbing dried plants along the way to slow our slide and then grabbing still-intact ones to inch our way back up. This game was called "weed to weed." In the summer and fall, Bill loved to make roads for his Tonka trucks in the sand below the apple tree "down back." We also swung from the branches of the willow tree "tarzan style." As he grew taller and stronger than his older siblings, Bill was very protective of the younger ones, Joanne and Brenda. At Uncle Ernie's pool party, I watched him protect them both - from each other's antics. Bill was kind to his nieces and nephews, so obviously very fond of them. A big buy, he worked part-time as a formidable bouncer at Guptill's rollerskating rink, but inside, he was a big softie. His joy at marrying the love of his life was obvious. A big sweetheart, our brother. We expected to have him for so much longer. My hope is that he knew he was loved.
