They say you can choose your friends but you cannot choose your family. Even if we were not cousins, I would have chosen Bill to be my family. Growing up I always looked up to Bill. He was the cool older cousin who played in a rock band, who loved nature, who loved fishing... At family gatherings I waited for Bill to arrive. He was always happy and oh that smile, I can still hear him saying "Hey Kiddo" to me. As the years passed we would share emails and of course pictures of fish either he or my husband had caught. His love for his family gave him the strength needed to fight his cruel sickness. The last time we were together we laughed, ate, had a few drinks, laughed some more and it was as if we were kids again. Two weeks after Bill passed away his namesake, my father passed away also. I like to think that when it rains, it's a big splash caused by the big fish they are catching in heaven. Rest peacefully Billy. Thanks for the memories.
Your loving cousin,
Kim

Met Bill at work. He and I hit it off right away because we both loved the outdoor activities including golfing, grilling, hunting and fishing. Bill was always full of energy and ready to go! Many good times and laughs shared. God Bless Bill and his family. I miss him very much.
With love,
Mark