Grandpa was always there. No matter the occasion, he was there. This was something I always appreciated about him, he had no concept for most of the things I did growing up. Unlike my brother, I had recitals, not games. The few games I had, I was cheering on the sidelines - not scoring touchdowns. It did not matter though, he was there. The one season of softball I played, he was there, but no more or less than when he was there to listen to my terrible tapping skills. Heck, I think he was even there for that AWFUL piano recital. He was there throughout college as I was studying engineering...something he truly had no idea about, but supported and encouraged all the way through. I always knew he loved, supported me. Always. But like many mothers, they don’t know love until they see others loving their children. Watching grandpa love my child as he loved me is something unfortunately his other grandchildren will never know. In my last true conversation with grandpa (the ones when he’d call at some inopportune time), he learned we were expecting baby #2 and he said “You’re going to make me a great grandpa again!” Just as excited as the first time. The first comment I made to my dad when we got the news was “I was so excited to have him hold this little one.” That’ll sting for awhile I’m sure, but I know there will be an angel yelling at the coach or umpire for all my kiddos in the future.
I have so many great memories with Uncle Bill. From fun visits by him and Aunt Lindy and my cousins to TX or us to Arizona I was always excited to see him. From being scared out of our wits when they’re shaking our camper in Yellowstone pretending to be a bear, to chasing a Moose that turned out to be a pet or him teaching me how to play craps in Las Vegas it was always fun. I will miss hearing “Hey kiddo” even as an adult. He was very special to many people and while will be dearly missed he will be forever fondly remembered. Love and prayers for all. ❤️
I was trying to download a picture from my scan folder and evidently downloaded a copy of some mortgage paper. I thought I had gotten it deleted, but Clint just called to say he sees it. OK, seriously, this is not a "Go Fund Me" page. I actually hear Billy laughing from somewhere about this. Please ignore my lack of technology skills!
Following my initial heartbreak I could not help traveling down memory lane and the then smiles finally coming. Billie Joe's grandmother (Gert) babysat me and my sister when we were around 5 or 6 in Globe,AZ. He and his family spent a lot of time at his Grandmas. We often got in trouble for playing in the mud (we love mud)! I remember him helping me find Easter eggs at a family picnic when I didn't have as many as some of the other kids. (always helping and sharing). In Junior High we would all pile in the back of his Uncle Bill's pick-up truck and head to the small cabin in the northern section of the ranch in the Superstition Mts. We would ride the trails and canyons all day and then roll up in our sleeping bags and marvel at the star filled night sky (he always had to add a scary story of two !). I always wished I could ride as well as him. Once we were in high school, and living in separate towns, would still get to visit on an occasional weekend - trips to the ranch, riding around in his 57 Chev listening to "60's Motown music", and a Prom date. After high school we lost touch and both were busy raising our families. Then a few years ago I met a young man named Joe Walker. I asked him were his family was from and he mentioned Superior. I told him I knew a Billie Joe from there and did he know him? He said (" Oh my Gosh") he's my Dad. Needless to say we were able to reconnect. Over several phone calls and a couple of lunches we caught each other up on the missing years. His conversations usually centered on how very proud of his kids and his grandkids he was, as was I, and old memories. We were always amazed at how two kids from small mining towns raised such fine and successful kids. I apologize for the length of this post but it did help me deal with the sadness I am feeling. RIP Billie Joe.
Never a dull moment with Billy Joe... From childhood to adulthood, Billy could turn any situation into something good, even if it was bad... Sincere condolences to the Family... He will be greatly missed by all who knew him...
Some of my youngest memories with my dad were rounding up cattle, branding and hunting in the Superstition Mountains. We rode horseback all over those mountains. I learned that a horse can take you places in the mountains that would put a lot of fear in a little boy. But we always made it out safely. Many of my friends today would be very surprised to know that I do know how to throw, tie and brand a calf. These are treasured memories to me, and I know they were to my dad as well.
The other thing I remember from my childhood is my dad coaching me, my brother and many of our friends in every sport, but his favorite was baseball. He evening coach my sister’s softball team one year. Memories of that softball season sparks memories of Tom Hanks in the movie “A League of Their Own” when Tom Hanks said ,”There’s no crying baseball.” Dad expected the same out of the girls as he did the boys. We all learned that hard work and team play lead to success in life. We learned how to win while respecting others and we learned how to get better when we failed. Life lesson well taught.
When I married and began having children he was there to love my children as he had me. He was at every dance recital and sporting event that our children had as they grew. He loved my children and their children and they love him and miss him. In my last words with my dad after the accident he said, “Make sure Antoinette and Will know how much I love them and how proud I am of them.” I assured him that they knew.
One thing my dad has always been good at is calling to just talk to me when I am was work and busy. Many times this was aggravating but I tried not to let him know. I already miss those phone calls. I loved my dad. I am so happy for those phone calls today. I got to tell him I loved him because I did and do. I miss you dad and I love you. Joe
Rest In Peace, beloved cousin. I will always remember your kind heart, your humor, your stubbornness, your generosity. Our family gatherings were always so much more fun when you were there. I will always be grateful for the care, kindness, and attention you showed my mother. You and Lindy stepped in, so many times when I couldn’t be there. My mom and I send our heartfelt condolences, love, and prayers to all of you.
Uncle Bill was always a joy to be around. I remember as a kid how excited I would get when he and my aunt and cousins would come to San Antonio to visit. Uncle Bill was the life of the party and always had a great story to tell and lessons to teach. I loved his sense of humor and his laughter was contagious! I feel blessed to have known him and he will be greatly missed. I continue to pray for peace for all of you!