I took a great many classes from him and in more recent times standing close to him and whispering what he had forgotten or needed to do. He was 82, went in for surgery, did not survive. Such a loss.
The wood shop he used to own, then did demos in, is handling the vast lumber estate for his wife - and selling off of tools as well. But, I asked them if they would see if the wife would part with any of the hundreds of pens in his desk he had made. I would like to buy one, to remember him, to remind myself that there are nice people in this world worth imitating in your own life.
Since the utter crushing of my own spirit months ago, as I lay in ER dying, I have thought often as to what God would do with me. If I am to be raised up to a physical life again (and that is a big IF, I have not survived yet the infection they gave me!) - what would I like to be or show to others. Until yesterday, I had no answer, but given the choice I would like to be the friendly, helpful, gentle soul that Billy was. I have not had much practice in that regard but it is never too late to learn and thus reinvent oneself.
He will certainly be missed, there are too few gentle souls in this world.
No comments:
Post a Comment