William C. Herald

FUNERAL HOME

Lester H. Wedekindt Funeral Home Inc. - Kenmore

3290 Delaware Avenue

Kenmore, New York

William Herald Obituary

HERALD - William C. August 30, 2008, dear father of William; brother of Joan (Wallace) McElheney, Howard (Marjorie) Herald, Jr. and the late Richard (late Phyllis) Herald; also survived by two grandchildren and many nieces and nephews. Friends may call Tuesday 2-4 and 7-9 PM at the LESTER H. WEDEKINDT, INC. FUNERAL HOME, 3290 Delaware Ave. where Funeral Services will be held Wednesday at 10:00 AM.

To plant trees in memory, please visit the Sympathy Store.

Published by Buffalo News on Sep. 1, 2008.

Memories and Condolences
for William Herald

3 Entries

~Missing You Orion. Love, Jacquine XOX

Jacki Herald

September 9, 2008

Ten years ago for his birthday I wrote a special poem for this very special man. I don't expect anyone reading this to understand a single word of it, but for he and I .. we did.

Uncle Willy has taught me so much and patiently held my hand as I was learning.
My heart will forever be missing his.

For My Uncle With Love

You who knows the all of me
You took the time to look and see
To look and see ..
The when ..
The whats ..
I fear and how.
My deepest wonders
In life's dark delights ..
You found a way to keep them bright.
Always able .. Willing to join
My inner fight in silence.
When I am faced and feeling steel
You see through that my heart is real.
When I make my way in turmoil
You share unselfishly.
No rhyme to your reason nor madness of the mind and days go by and bye.
As a child I played resting upon your knee.
Proud peepers how they shined
Always a tweak upon your nose
And a special look only we would know.
For so many days ..
You have been a part of me.
Through the years
In times of blinding tears
You held my hand
And showed you cared
And as I grew
I somehow knew
The real me was real
All this and more because of you.
In times of painful rage
You gave me vent
Spoke gentle words
And found patience to carry me ..
Wise in knowing one day I as any child .. would grasp to understand.
Or just a hug
Yes that will do
And a giant smile
Eyes aglow with a twinkle
Your loud laughter I hear
And louder still ..
A secret silent saying .. I love you.

Heather Nickel

Heather Herald

September 2, 2008

My Uncle.... My Uncle Bill was a wonderful man, who liked to live on the lighter side of life. It is from this man I learned humor, and I am sure no one who knew him is shocked by this. My uncle was a man of fables - He taught me life lessons through stories of "Two old men"... Old Man Fear and Old Man Stupidity, and explained that the lives they lead weren't far different. Most of these fables were told on my old rickety wooden swing set where he would swing with me for hours (even though he was far too tall for it). I used to call him "THE TALLEST MAN IN THE WORLD" because when you’re four, being over six feet tall is unreal! My mother has a picture when I was brought home from the hospital; my uncle held me in one hand. This didn't help my perception.
"Run Uncle Bull, Run!” I screamed as a toddler, while this poor man tried his hardest to sprint down a field. Why? Because I had just gotten my first kite and the wind was dead, absolutely non existent. That being just the beginning of the trouble my little red curls and big green eyes would get him into. One day, still ever so fascinated by his height, I decided to play a prank! In the dinning room of my grandmothers home, on either side of the room, sat two tall backed red velvet chairs, each to which I tied an end of my jump rope - Then I persuaded my dear old uncle to play Marco Polo... "Marco..." he would call out. ”Polo!" I would answer, inching him nearer and nearer to the multicolored rope. But wait! HE STEPPED RIGHT OVER IT! "NO! NO! NO! Step back! Step back!” I said. He opened his eyes, and to his surprise there lay my trap –ready- to make the tall man fall.
Even through all this, during grade school, my uncle agreed to be my nanny. Even once proclaiming it to his doctor! "… and what do you do for a living Mr. Herald?" "I'M A NANNY!" Hahaha :) And he was! He was the best nanny EVER! He'd pick me up from school, take me to the post office to see my parents, and then take me to Crosby's - Where I could spend my daily allowance of $1. After that, a short trek home where we would play games of all sorts until Marc came home. It was then that he would rush me to the kitchen table and tell me "Hurry write! Write anything! Just get something on the paper, so he doesn’t think I’m a bum!" From these days I learned - My talents as an athlete, as an artist, as a linguist, and as a musician. We made home made bow and arrows, thrown proverbial boulders next to one another in the creek - just to see who could get who more soaked. I've listened to stories of Vietnam, stories of how my uncle was born on a picnic table because he was already over six feet tall, and stories of my grandfather and my aunt in their teen years that would make anyone tear from laughter. My uncle didn't always have the money or the cars or the time, but he was always full of wisdom and love <3
<3 I love you Uncle Bill – Always and Forever… and yes, you are a pretty boy! Love, Heather Nickel <3

Diane Redding

September 1, 2008

Joan and Family,
So sorry to hear of the loss of your Brother. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.
With our deepest sympathy,
Diane and Paul Redding and Family

Showing 1 - 3 of 3 results