The last time I saw Bill was in the fall of 1996, at West Towne Mall in Madison. I wish I could say that our paths crossed literally, but I saw on the opposite side of the mall aisle. I was struck by the way Bill looked and carried himself. Gone was the silly boy, and in his place strolled a tall, handsome, perfectly postured man in a nice suit walking with a confident rhythmic gait. Remembering how Bill didn't receive much acceptance in high school, a part of me wanted to make a bee-line for him and pay him a compliment. However, I passed up this opportunity to do so. Had I known he'd be deceased just a few short months later, especially under the heart-breaking circumstance he left us, I most certainly would have taken the time to say hi. Bill, my hope is you're at peace, playing your glorious trumpet in the presence of our Lord Almighty.
Jennifer Lippincott (Dutcher)
The last time I saw Bill was in the fall of 1996, at West Towne Mall in Madison. I wish I could say that our paths crossed literally, but I saw on the opposite side of the mall aisle. I was struck by the way Bill looked and carried himself. Gone was the silly boy, and in his place strolled a tall, handsome, perfectly postured man in a nice suit walking with a confident rhythmic gait. Remembering how Bill didn't receive much acceptance in high school, a part of me wanted to make a bee-line for him and pay him a compliment. However, I passed up this opportunity to do so. Had I known he'd be deceased just a few short months later, especially under the heart-breaking circumstance he left us, I most certainly would have taken the time to say hi. Bill, my hope is you're at peace, playing your glorious trumpet in the presence of our Lord Almighty.