- 88 years old
- Date of birth: August 8th, 1927
- Date of passing: July 24th, 2016
Mr Pacheco- Bill, I'm going miss you and all your ways, raider talks, and of course Sanatra songs & talks about blue eyes.Enjoyed watching TV after work with you even though we only watched parts of shows most the time cause a commercial would come on and you would turn the station and not remember what we were watching or we could not find it again . Got to say you did it your way.
Uncle Billy, you are one of a kind. I loved you for your kind heart. You built a room onto your house to take care or Tita your mom. You took care of her with your whole heart. I never saw you have a bad day. Sinatra was playing in the background when I last saw you. You have a heart of gold, and even though you were a Raiders fan, I would never hold that against you. Heaven blessed!
Pops it was a very good life , you worked hard to give us what we needed. I was grateful a happy child. Learned to dance to classic music in the kitchen on weekends . I have good morals pops and loyal to family ties which you always said to stay close to siblings and I have. I did it your way and hopefully you were happy to the end, surrounded by family and music and laughter. Miss you pop
Dad II....it was always a great time at your home with music and laughter..even when you cooked raw steaks and had me "name that tune" with music from the 40's that I didn't know...then it became "the first word is.." I loved sitting with you reading all about old movie stars and their movies..You raised a wonderful son, my husband Bill, and were the best father-in-law and papa to our kids
Uncle Billy~ Missing you, missing the BBQ times when I was young always made me smile in the "Good, Bad, and ugly times" Never missed calling Jackie and I on our Birthdays. You always were very dedicated to our "Tita" ~ "Scottarottafidara" lasting memories always
Papa, whenever I hear a Frank Sinatra song, I'll think of you. I'll think of you in your white t-shirt, singing. I'll think of twin popsicles and diet Pepsi. I'll think of how you connected with people, with the neighbors and the butcher. I'll think of you every time I see Flo (she would've loved you if you'd met her). I'll think of you often. In other words, I love you. In other words...
Papa, as others have said, I can not help but have good memories of you whenever I hear Frank Sinatra. Your house is full of so many good memories: backyard BBQs, Christmas Even tamales, popsicles (and later beer) stocked refrigerators and many others. I'm extra glad my son was able to meet and hear you sing. You were always a great grandfather and I am lucky to have had you be mine.
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