Happy Birthday, Willy. I still want to call you that, even though I learned very well at Chrissy's wedding that you were to unquestionably be called... "Will".
But, my greatest memories of Will was as kids, when all us cousins of all ages hung out together. Most of those times were swimming, playing every game that could possibly be played in a pool... Marco Polo, Baseball, chicken fights, diving for coins. And Will was the undisputed champ of all competitions involving treading water(I think he would have gone for hours if we didn't have to get out on occasion for things like eating dinner), and swimming across the pool under water.
But, the day was never over when the sun went down. It was now time for a good game or two of "sardines", "hide-n-seek, or "spud". No matter what the game was, what I really remember was his total enthusiasm, his ability to pick players for his winning team, and how his absolutely infectious laugh couldn't be stopped (although at times his "giggles" would sabotage a perfectly good hiding spot).
And we could never forget Will as a junior version of Alex P. Keaton, with his business suit and brief case filled with very important business documents.
Will, you are missed dearly. I wish we had more times that we got together over recent years, but we all still have those amazing memories of awesome times.
None of us can really understand why you have gone up to heaven before us, but I know that even though it is hard for us, you are giggling in complete peace with God and loved ones who went before us.
We all love you and miss you, Will.