As a ten year old, Bill, enjoyed his summer days, each year, taking the small family row boat out on Weems Creek to fish and crab from early morning until supper time. Mom would give him an alarm clock set to ring at 5 pm, his notice that it was time to head home with his catch of the day. We enjoyed many tasty dinners as a result of his love of fishing and spending his days on the water.
Bill, may you soar high above the beautiful dense forests of Alaska and skim along the surface of the clear, blue waters of Florida, which fed your soul and you embraced completely.
You were surrounded with love by those whose lives you touched, Marcia