Bill is a special friend of mine.  Infact, he was more like a brother to me.  We met 28 years ago on the golf course at Illahe Hills.  It was an instant connection, like he knew me for years.  We spent many years together golfing, on the moutains skiing, at the lake on his boat and wake surfing, fishing in Astoria and of course Trialblazer games.  

Bill was generous, fun-loving, easygoing, thoughtful, athletic and adventurous. He would go above and beyond to help anyone, no matter how difficult the task.   He brought energy and kindness to every conversation and touched the lives of many.  A positive thinker who embraced everyday to the fullest with lots of enthusiasm

My father told me at an early age that in life we only experience a handful of exemplary friends.  Bill, you're in that handful!  and I was truly blessed to have you as a friend!  Thanks for the memories! I will miss you!

Your Pal,

Peter Glennie

Amanda,

You are your mother and fathers pride and joy!  They have done an outstanding job of raising a wonderful gal. Your father was extremely proud of you and shared those feelings with me often.  May the LORD continue to guide you, give you extra strength and heal you heart.

Love,

Peter Glennie

Better known to me as Billy!  I grew up with Billy and he was probably one of my dearest male friends in highschool and beyond.  He was so loyal, dedicated, funny and always there for me. I have a million memories of all the fun we had.  He will always be remembered and never forgotten ❤️ 

I am so sorry for loss.

I am so deeply sorry Amanda. No words can adequately convey the comfort and strength I wish for you. I can only offer this with absolute certainty: Your father loves you more than anything, and his pride and love for you is infinite and eternal. No doubt.100%. Unconditionally.

And to Kristin, Jeannie and family, I am blessed to have had Bill in my life. He was an extraordinary and accomplished person, and a loyal and cherished friend. His untimely passing has shattered my heart. I am truly sorry for your loss.

I have few proverbial “best friends”. Bill was one. We met professionally over 25 years ago at OCAPA and immediately hit it off and never looked back. We had a lot in common, but what ultimately bonded us so firmly was our passion for fishing. We shared over 20 years fishing together in Astoria every August for weeks at a time. We would stay at a rental and spend days on end frantically chasing salmon and catching up. Upon reflection, I think we spent close to 2000 hours together on a boat, confined to maybe 60 square feet of usable space, chasing salmon with a fierce intensity few understood. I believe you really have to have an enduring mutual love and appreciation for each other to do that year after year. It was a commitment that we highly valued. Even my daughter’s wedding was thoughtfully scheduled to accommodate our fishing.

We were a great team. We had fished so long together that we often anticipated each other’s thoughts, words and movements. Those that fished with us I am quite sure experienced a variety of sentiments: laughter, bewilderment, chaos, confusion, fear, exhaustion, frustration, boredom, and, with any luck, an intense surge of adrenaline and exhilaration. Often, all in one day. Many questioned why we couldn’t/wouldn’t stop until we had our limit or exhausted our options. I think a few related, some understood, and others simply tolerated. Some never fished with us again. But Bill and I pushed on year after year. We would always give each other a hug and say “love ya” when we finished. Bummed when it was over, but excited for the following year. I will hold those memories very, very close and dear to my heart, forever.

Regrettably, Bill and I did not fish together this past August for the first time in all those years. There is a difficult life lesson in that reality. One that I will take to heart.

I love ya’ Bill! I miss you. Rest in peace my friend. Hold a spot for me on the boat when we meet again.

Jeff Wriston