Today is Bill’s funeral. He died a few days ago only a brief few weeks after being committed to a nursing home for Alzheimer’s. It is a sad day: Bill was one of the sweet ones, and there seem to be fewer of them each day. No more “coach.” No more road kill. Sad.
lo siento; i am so sorry. maybe you’ll spot traces of his road kill – a wren’s feather on the porch, or a children’s toy soldier in a flower bed – some hint that bill’s watching over you and giving you a wink.
Thanks for the link to your earlier story to remind us of what Bill meant to you. Alzheimers is a horrible disease. You are true blue to remember his talent, temperament, kindness and compassion. Take care, BTG
So sorry, Hugh. My father often collected road kill onions on his long drives across eastern Colorado and western Kansas. Sorry about your loss, but I know the sweet ones live on by their influence. He passed that on, it seems!