Dear Bill,
I won't be able to make the wake, but if I could, I would share these words with everyone ...
I have two particularly distinct memories with you and both attest to your innate, incredible warmth.
Montreal International Dragonboat Festival, Women's 500 ... I was so nervous about whether I'd pull my weight on the boat, stay in sync, and finish strong. But during our practice starts, easy paddling to the start line, and that nerve-wracking process of getting the boat straight before the horn goes off ... you were always coaching us all from the back, with the most steady, calm and confident voice. You just knew the words that would help me focus and then stay focused til the end. I was just a newbie, high school paddler at the time, and your warm confidence was exactly what I needed.
I think it was at a Flushing Dragonboat Festival, that I got to meet Laura. It was at least 4 years ago and I don't know how old Laura is now, so I can only guess how old she was then. (4 years old? definitely no more than 5) But soon after meeting her, she was eager to read me a picture book from cover to cover. Bill, you came in and laughed about how I'd never escape now that she had me in her clutches. You told me that Laura was already three grades levels ahead in her reading and that you and An-Marie didn't specifically do anything to make that happen. I remember the proud smile and sparkle in your eyes. It was the same smile and sparkle whenever Laura threw a particularly good punch at Edgar's open palm. There's no way anyone could doubt that you loved your girls with all your heart and that you intended to impart all the good things in life to them.
You are dearly missed. Thank you for even the little things. Rest in peace, or rock out.