VOICES I WISH I COULD HEAR AGAIN

Over Labor Day weekend, my husband and I took a trip back East. Our Labor Day weekend destination would be Council Bluffs, Iowa to see our dear friend Bill Davis. We spent Sunday night with Bill in his home and then parted ways, with me returning home to Ogallala and Ron going East towards the Mississippi River. He was beginning his big trip to Wisconsin, Michigan and Canada. A three weeker that was suppose to go to Maine for Lobster with Bill but got trimmed to two because Bill's cancer finally took the zip out of his sails. He felt too ill to go. As we all said our good-byes and headed three different ways ... there wasn't a dry eye among us.

Bill died sometime between Sunday night, September 9th and Wednesday September 12th when his body was found by his sister-in-law ... on the floor ... in the same place his wife, Eva, had died just under two years earlier. She had MS. (Multiple Sclerosis)

Two very beautiful people ... gone before we were ready. And the tears are still flowing.

Will finish this when the pain is less. ♥

Moments of reflection:

One of my favorite pictures of us. We did a lot of laughing in those early years! I loved her laughter! ♥

What a voice. What a heart. He introduced my husband and I to John Prine and every time I hear a Prine song I think of this friend. I loved his effort to be involved in life. He reminded me of Sam Elliott and I would often embarrass him telling him so.

Well, you are on another journey, my friend. We won't see your pickup in our drive anymore, nor see you on your Harley, riding in the mountains. But we may still hear your Harley if your daughter, Kasey, rides it as she plans. The rumble of your Harley, the John Prine songs, your voice still captured on the voice mail ... all will remind us of the hole in our hearts.

You would hate that I posted this reflection of you, Mr Bill. So if it bothers you enough, then I say GOOD! Come chew me out, like ya use to about my drinking. (You'd be happy to know I'm still not drinking, too.) I would welcome your wrath. :) I didn't have a chance to say goodbye at a funeral, or memorial, or ....  That's cool. That was what you wished. This is MY wish. This is my goodbye, my friend. :(