Hard to believe that you have been gone  2 years as your presence is always felt whether it be seeing all of the thoughtful gifts you have given to Roc and me or remembering all the good times we had in the yard and celebrations of all the holidays. You will NEVER be forgotten!

Bill enjoying a game of Croquet on his birthday " This is a lot of fun, one of my best birthdays, I'm happy"

I was asked from EverLoved to talk about something kind that Bill did, and there are so many things because that was his nature. But I spent about a month in the hospital. What a dismal, depressing place it was. The halls were narrow, it was dark, and the staff was nasty. My clothes got stolen on the second day while I was in the shower. The only thing I looked forward to was Bill visiting me, every single day. He was working, and he still drove 45 minutes every night to come see me. Every night, he'd bring me a surprise. One night was an entire pizza from Joe's. Another night, he brought my favorite Indian food, aloo gobhi. The next day it was Starbucks lemon pound cake and coffee...and so on. He got me my favorite books too. The front desk was so used to seeing him, and of course, he knew everyone's name. Bill hadn't known me very long...less than a year I believe, and yet he did that for me. When Bill got sick, he felt guilty that I was taking care of him, and it really was the very least I could do. I owed him that and much more. 

This Christmas will be very difficult for me. I looked forward to having Bill share our Christmas meal and traditions with us. He always gave me gifts that were chosen with me and my interests in mind such as a scrabble game, puzzles, home decor, artsy jewelry, etc. He will be extremely missed.

Deepest and heartfelt condolences and sympathy for you Nova and Family.   We are very sorry and prayers for strength and healing, now and forever during your loss.  Love you.  Hanging out with Bill was cool at your home.   Hang on to the good memories and celebration of his life.  God bless.  We love you Nova and Family.  Aunt Nicole and Uncle Eddie and Family 

Bill was a talented artist and I shared many artsy moments with him. Bill was to good and nice for this planet. We shared so many lighthearted family type moments and activities that  Bill became a part of our family. I feel the loss and I am extremely sadden to know Bill is gone. He made me laugh when he would go cometic with his British accented portrayal of a character from the Oliver musical that I think he was a cast member of in high school. Bill was color blind so it was even  more impressive that he was such a successful artist. Bill had musical talent with the guitar. I never heard Bill sing...so I can't attest to Bill having perfect pitch. Bill was the quintessential "people person" capable of easily disarming a total stranger with his friendly kind hearted demeanor. We all are unique but Bill was that and more. 

Nova, I am sorry about Bill. I only met him last year and yet he took the time with his creativity and kindness to make a birthday card for me which I still have. You both helped to make that evening extra special. You are in my thoughts and prayers.

I am so surprised how sudden everything happened over the past few months. You always brightened up a room with your fun and goofy jokes, but always caring. One memory that comes to mind, is when I was staying with Bill and Sis at the shore house, and Bill went on a long walk with me on the beach. He asked me how I was doing and just listen with calm attentiveness. I think the main thing I will always remember about Bill is much he cared for he people around him

Bill, I am so glad to have met you. I think back to your quick jokes at family dinners, your endless knowledge and love of music history, your ability to live in the moment and dive into the sea, and above all else your thoughtfulness. And it makes me smile. Your understanding of others and your gift-giving talent was unparalleled. Before I could even ask for help you welcomed me into your home and gave me sanctuary. Thank you for the care, the love, and the positive energy you put into the world. It will be remembered.

So very sorry for your loss. Nova I have been thinking of you and hoping you are okay. 

Bill...I have been sledgehammered in the chest by your death.  It happened so very fast and your health declined more each day. I don't want to remember you as a person who lay in bed and could hardly stand. I don't want to remember the invisible people you were seeing and speaking to at the end, and how you told me you were "Very, very afraid," and when I asked you, "Of what?" you said, "Of death, to be honest." I want to remember you as the  vibrant and eccentric person you were,  who argued with me over the type of chocolate that should be used in the baking of chocolate chip cookies, and who watched weird podcasts about conspiracy theories, even though they annoyed the hell out of me.  I want to remember you as the quintessential cat dad to our many cats, and especially to your little girl, Tiger Lily, who you brought in from the rain, Pepper, who rode on your shoulder, and Ivory "Whitesilk," who bit your hair and clawed your scalp when he was hungry.  I promised that if you could not be treated, then I would make sure you had a peaceful transition...and I hate euphemisms--a peaceful death. I didn't want you to be afraid--the body you were in was so sick and it was better for you to be free of it, and start over doing whatever it is people do after they die...and as I said to you, "Maybe I will see you again someday, when we are both cats." As you used to say to everyone, I say to you, "Peace out, Brother...."

I met Bill for the first time at an Indian restaurant, around Halloween, which he knew was my favorite holiday. Upon getting to the restaurant, he brought out candles and asked the waitress to light them. He then presented me with the first of many, many thoughtful gifts, which were several Halloween figurines.  On the way home, there was a baby deer in the middle of the road. Bill pulled over and  stopped to help this deer to the side of the road, where it promptly ran off. We had coffee at Starbucks, where Bill, as I would find out over the years, took the time to ask the first name of every person he met...learned that the barista's name was Tom. Bill pulled out a shoebox with a collection of feathers, stones, mini-toys, and things that he found over the years that had symbolic meaning to him. He found meaning in most things, and explained what each object meant. I was opposite of Bill at the time...a nihilist who pretty much found meaning in nothing...and he taught me to look harder at life. At the end of the night, Bill said, "Bye, Tom!" I had to laugh at that, because I had already forgotten his name.  Bill never did forget a name--that's who he was, and he will not be forgotten by me.