It is with great sadness that I noticed in the Daily Freeman the passing of your husband Bill. I am so sorry for your loss of a great man. I haven't seen you two for fifteen or more years, but you may vaguely remember me from Kingston and from the time we visited for a couple hours in a park in Melbourne, FL, when you and Bill were down during some winter. I've wondered for many years where you two moved to, but never found out. It is so sad to discover through an obituary that you were only a few hours down the road in the wintertime.
I knew Bill best back in the late 1970's and early 1980's. We often socialized on weekends. In 1979 he came along on a sailing cruise with me and a few dozen other people when we bare-boat chartered six sailboats for eleven days out of Tortolla in the British Virgin Islands. We had great fun. Bill was our boat's first mate and fisherman, and I have photos of him, one with a big catch.
I'm so sorry that I lost touch with Bill. He was a man whose outgoing personality, warm persona, bigger-than-life presence, and ever-ready sense of humor made him so likeable and memorable. I was shocked to learn of his passing. He was one of those people whom we think, and hope, will live forever. Unfortunately, it just wasn't so.
With deepest sympathy and sorrow,