One of my main memories of my uncle Bill is when I first met him around the time (probably even before) he married Ada. As a bratty kid, I indoctrinated him into the extended family by stealing his cigarettes and hiding them. I have thought many times since how patient he was about that -- a good throttling would have accelerated my growth process, but I am glad he was not a person to do that. I knew early on that I in fact wanted him to like me, despite my bad start, and it made me happy that he always acted and spoke as if he did. God bless you, Bill. We will miss you.
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