Bill, we will always have the polka!! I was 16, and Bill taught me how to polka in the basement of his parents' garage in Chicago. Thereafter, when we were in the same place and a polka came on I would search him out. When we weren't in the same place I would say, "Where's Bill?" You'll be my polka partner forever!!
When I was a kid and we visited the Roses, I was always a bit intimidated by Bill! He was like this seasoned cowboy type; tall, strong and silent type. I trusted him nonetheless, and was grateful to be invited to his home. It just took me to grow up to know what a great, gentleman and loving father he was! I am also glad I included him and Lor in my wedding about five and half years ago.
He sat at the kitchen table...always in the same place...no shirt...jeans and a copper bracelet...his voice...so deep it rumbled when he spoke...sometimes he said nothing but his eyes said everything...Remembering Bill. Rest In Peace
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