Tuesday, April 10, 2012

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.

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