God saw you getting weary, and a cure was not to be. So He put His arms around you, and whispered, “Come to me.” With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away. Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best.

Bill was my friend. We've known each other since high school. Bill was always someone that you could count on for help or just a caring ear for a problem. Bill was devoted to his family. May Joann, Jennifer, Alyssa, and Andrew take comfort in their remembrances of Bill and the Love that he had for them. I know that I will always remember