I will start by saying the world would be a whole lot better if there were more men like William in it. There are no words that could ever fully encompass the man William was during his 88 years of life. William was born in Little Falls New York on August 1st 1932. He attended Catholic School through all grades, he was even an altar boy. He sang his heart out in numerous barbershop quartettes and was a butchers apprentice before he signed up to serve in the United States Army, where was stationed in Berlin Germany with the heavy mortar company.
Shortly after serving our country he returned to New York where he met and married the love of his life Jane in 1955 at Niagara Falls, shortly after they were blessed with their daughter Joyce, Son David, Son Willy, Daughter Robin and lastly their daughter Tina. William worked hard to care for his family of 7 and eventually retired early to care for his wife Jane through all her medical needs.
William had 10 grandchildren and 10 great grandchildren whom he adored, there was nothing he loved more than spending time with his family, well maybe having a couple beers with friends and singing Frank Sinatra at the Eagles Club.
Many people know that William had an incredibly special nickname bestowed on him and that was “SOB” I know what you’re thinking, such a shocking nickname for a gentle man, but contrary to the typical meaning for that it stood for “Sweet old Bill” and he was nothing short of that. Bill would go out of his way to make sure that ones he loved were always taken care of no matter what.
Bill faced many heartaches in his life, from losing his siblings, 3 of his children and the love of his life. He had seen his share of dark days and still he remained ever cheerful ensuring that he had a new joke for anyone who would listen each day.
Bill made a mark on this world and left a mark in each and everyone’s life he ever met, there isn’t a person alive today that could think of one bad thing to say about him. This is a man whose legacy will live on forever in the hearts of every person he ever met. So as you read this or hear it read aloud think of your fondest memory of Bill and smile for you are truly lucky to have been blessed to know a man such as he.
A True Hero
What makes a man a hero?
I've often thought this through.
It's someone who is macho?
It's someone who is true?
No, that is not a hero.
He's just a simple man.
Always there when things go wrong
and who does the best he can.
He lends a strong shoulder
To ease the flow of tears
He holds high the lantern
To drive away your fears.
His smile was just enough
To give encouragement.
His frown more than adequate
To make one soon relent.
When some had need of guidance
His ears he'd freely lend
Advice came in abundance
You chose, not him could you offend.
He had no need of medals
Or glory this is true.
That's why, dear Grandpa
Our hero has to be you.
