William Michael Merrill. Our first born. Even more than marriage, Billy bonded Dave’s and my families. He was named after Dave’s grandfather, who, ironically was a quiet, stoic man. Maybe that’s where Billy got that wisdom that always seemed to be older than his years. We gave Billy my father’s name. I remember him as being a fun loving man who was a mean tickler, a whistler and, a hard worker and as a man who loved his family.
Billy never met either of them. They both passed before he was born.Yet still their spirits shaped him.
Billy was an easy baby. I mean, come on…how could you not forgive him once he flashed that impish smile.
He was easy until he realized that he liked the attention and he liked to make people laugh. He was not a troublemaker, rather he was mischievous. One of my favorite memories is the day that I got a phone call from someone at the school the telling me that he was suspended from the school bus. He had taken the seatbelts and connected the across the aisle to make a hammock! He
Billy and I had such a special bond. He spoke candidly. He confided in me. I’d advise him and as he grew up, he would advise me.I have learned so much from my children.
Billy was brave.
Billy was strong.
Billy was loyal.
Billy was one-of-a-kind
Billy was compassionate.
Billy was passionate.
Billy included everyone.
Billy was moody.
Billy was a debater.
Billy was respectful.
Most of all, Billy was a teacher.
He taught us to be kind, he taught us to take risks, he taught us to let go of the bad stuff, even if for just a while. He taught us to DANCE!
I am so proud of the man he became. I’m so glad that you shared in some part of the joy and laughter of his life
Not long after he was born, I remember talking with my Mom trying to understand how such a tiny, little being could bring so much joy and love that I had never felt before. Now I know, that was just Billy, being Billy.
Rest In Peace, Sweet William
