When I was a child I had the nickname of "Whitie" because I would go to work with Dad and come home with more dirt or paint on me than I used. I learned simple wiring of electrical outlets and switches. My Dad was a great help to me in my years in Far Hills and Somerville as he did alot of work on my homes and kept my sanity. I looked up to him and picked up alot of his work ethics. He had a very difficult time when he was younger expressing his emotions but as the years passed andhis illness progressed he became more relaxed with those expressions. His final years were nothing like he had planned but as we age we can probably all say that. I am just glad he is not suffering any more and that he is with Mom.
I Love you Dad.
To my sisters, I love you all and cherish the time we all had with Mom and Dad as a growing family.Your support and love help me now as well as many previous times in my life.
Forever gratefull,
Billy
