Bill lived with us for a good long while in Titusville, and we loved to aggravate Tim (my husband). Bill had helped Tim install a sound system on the boat and we took some cd's to listen to. Tim took country stuff, but Bill and I decided to kick it up a notch or two and brought some good old rock and roll. We changed Tim's cd to Kid Rock's first album. Bill and I were dancing and getting down with it. Tim was fussing but we had the music so loud we couldn't hear his complaints. The kids started dancing. We had a blast. Thanks for giving us Kid Rock that day, Bill. Thanks for the laughter and the fun we had, and thanks most especially for picking the one thing Tim hated most, which was the fact that you, Bekah, Lukas, and me all knew the lyrics to Cowboy! I love you, Bill! 

I can't fully speak for Billy, but as for knowing him all his' short life, I can say that he would want everyone to take something away with them from the relationship he had with each one of you. He would want it to be a memory, a joke, a good laugh, a surprise, a hug, a kiss, something you needed help with and he was the only person you knew that would actually show up. There was so much good inside of him that his' chest would pop out when some people were near. He tried h...ard to please people and always remembered his' Grandmother on Grandparents day, Christmas, and her birthday. You could count on a call from Billy. he passed his' love for motorcycles on to his' nephew. Yes, his' children didn't get to know him as they should of, but each one has something of his', a smile, the same eyes, the same mannerism, the same outlook, it's there. May you be having a party, a get together there in heaven today, and everyone up there send up a group hug!!! You are loved Billy Wiggins, Aunt Risa