William Kirby Hallin

July 25, 1951January 22, 2020

William Kirby Hallin was born on July 25, 1951 and passed away on January 22, 2020.


  • Graveside Service Monday, January 27, 2020


William Kirby Hallin

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Julie Hallin Congi

January 29, 2020

Bill was a fine man, like a fine-tuned guitar……..
Someone who is able to find happiness in smaller things in life like having a Pollo Tropical Chopi Chop or a good conversation. He is content with what he has and tries to make things better for others….Bill saw the best in everyone. He was not judgmental and didn’t like others to judge him. He never met a person he didn’t like. He could make friends easily, with neighbors, and with complete strangers, he might run into at the mall. Bill was just a friendly outgoing guy! He had his flaws, one serious one that perturbed his twin sisters was “talking during anything” be it a football game, great movie, news - you name it. Bill liked to talk. This would often lead to friendly bickering back and forth from the twins and him.
Growing up for Bill or should I now call “Billy” was not fun….why? Because he was surrounded by three younger sisters that definitely controlled the house. Our mom certainly always took this into consideration and overcompensated for that fact. And besides, we always said that he looked the most like our mom with his brown hair and brown eyes when we all had blonde hair and blue eyes... Did she favor him? Nah maybe not, although we thought that she did. As an older brother there was the terror that he and his friends wreaked upon his younger sisters and our friends. I remember being chased by these young thugs (my brother & his buddies) with balloons and they would capture us and pop the balloons in our face. This memory really sticks out the most….so it must be true. To this day my phobia -balloons. He turned me on to Jimi Hendrix, Grand Funk Railroad and the band I always thought was really the weirdest: Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention. Now I like them all. It was also about this time that my brother got attached to a guitar…funny my mom gave him piano lessons earlier in life but it was the six-string guitar that captured his passion.