Sunday, April 27, 2014
Willie Boy, as he has always been known by those of us who grew up with him, was a truly kind and goodhearted person his entire life. When all of us were kids, he shared his bike with us even though I knew that he wanted to ride it himself. When we would go fishing up at the creek, he shared his hooks and sinkers with us even though it meant he ran out of supplies faster himself. When we played hide-n-seek, he was never mad to have to be "it". He'd share his sled when we'd go sledding off the slate dump. He would be in the funeral cortege when we'd head up to the pet cemetery at the slate dump to bury our various pets when they met their demise. He was always in a good mood and could always be counted on to help dam up the creek, play ball, chasing and catching lightening bugs and all the innocent fun things that we did at Accovile camp. I've meant to go and see him every time that I've come back home from Florida,but I'm always on such a short time restraint and always thought that I'd do it next time......now....I regret not letting him know that I've always remembered his unselfishness.....
RIP Willie Boy!