My name is Tatum Rogers, and I am Craig's Daughter. Craig came into my life when I was five, and even though I am not his biological daughter, Bill and Kathy have treated me as one of their own grandchildren since they have met me. When I was in elementary school, Bill would drive me to school every morning and pick me up in the afternoons. There was one time when we were driving to school and I saw a turtle in the road that Bill was about to hit, and I freaked out. He stopped the car, and told me to go pick the little guy up to make sure no one hit him. I grabbed the little guy and kept him in my lap in the car all the way to school, and even tried to sneak him into my third grade class. Bill waited out in the parking lot until I was told I couldn't bring the Turtle into school, and walked outside with me for a safe place to release him so he wouldn't get hurt. 

When I was young, I wanted to be a writer, and I would bring home these little books I would make at school. Every day that he would pick me up, he would ask me if I wrote a new book. He would sit in the car with me and read my little book, and tell me about how much better I was getting and to keep going.

Bill loved taking walks around the neighborhood. Every afternoon we would get back to their condo, and he would ask me if I wanted to go on a walk with him. We would walk around and he would tell me stories of his childhood and what my dad was like growing up. I miss those walks, and I'll miss his stories and his infectious laugher. I hope he has found a good neighborhood to enjoy his walks in again. 

Sadly I cannot come home for the funeral, so wanted to share something here. Bill, we will all miss your stories about Lucky the Dog, who lived to be 16, no 20, no 30, and your terrible jokes. I hope you have found some peace.