So March 27 was two years since Bill's passing.  It's been sad but I find that I am enjoying my memories of him more often than not these days.  Tonight I was going through some papers in the office and I found something that is so "Bill."  It's a writing of some sort.  Looks like something he might have been working on for a children's Sunday school class.  It's not quite finished but so thoroughly enjoyable anyway. So for those of you who knew him, this is for you from Bill:

Hi!
My name is Bill.  I have two names - my first name and my last name.
Some people have three names, but I never had a middle name.
Some kids call you names, but that doesn't count - that's not smart and that's not good.
Some kids have nicknames, like taking a big name and making it smaller - like "Jeff" when his real name is Jeffrey, like "Liz" when her real name is Elizabeth.
Some kids have other nicknames. It's like taking a short name and making it bigger - like Johnny when his name is really John.
Some boys have Bible names like Paul, David, Joseph, and Matthew.
Some girls have Bible names like Ruth, Mary, and Naomi.
Some boys have names that sound like a girl's name,
and some girls have names that sound like a boy's name - like Bobbi and Bobby...
Some people have names that are the same forward or backward like "Bob" and even "Mom."


Some people want to see their name in lights. They think that it will make them feel big and important. So write your name on a big sheet of paper and lay it on your bed.  Turn the light out and leave your bedroom and shut the door.  Now go get all your family, friends, and animals and take them to your bedroom door and open it. Then turn on the lights and point to your bed and everybody will see your name in lights!

So there you have it.  I can only imagine what Bill was going to do with this and how it may have developed even further, but it completely made me laugh.  Hope you enjoyed your glimpse of Bill.  I know I did.  Thanks my dear ~ Love to you.

Hope

So another year come and gone. I'm remembering that last year at this time I was in Spain trying to feel normal.  These days I have to try a little less hard to feel normal thankfully. Praise be to God for healing and the passage of time. March will be two years since Bill's passing, so another milestone to reflect on. I'm hoping that 2012 is kind, that I sprout my butterfly wings, and that I find a way to be a joy and help to others who need help along the way, as I have needed not so long ago. Will I fear less and trust more? This is my hope. Will I venture into unknown territory with excitement versus trepidation? This is my hope. Will I find a fulfilling path and purpose for this new life that I find before me? This is my hope. It is true that the future is unknown. It is possible that this year could be another whirlwind, another year of crashing waves, another year of walking in the valley, but I choose to hope for the best. Should another whirlwind come my way all too soon I have, at least, the assurance that God is with me and that with Him I can survive. His strength is perfect. It's strong. It's resilient. It's everlasting - and it's within me, this I know.