We stood by his graveside, under a deep blue Alberta sky on a bitterly cold December afternoon. Billy was laid to rest like he had lived his sixty-four years – surrounded by caregivers stung by the coldness of life's unfairness. There were eleven of us – myself, two funeral directors family members, caregivers and friends of William S. or "Billy" as he was known. The biting cold we felt paled in comparison to the endless winter he had lived through. In Honor Of Billy I met Billy when he started to attend North Pointe Church. His caregivers brought him most every Sunday. Front row, right was his preferred place to sit - close to the action. Rarely did a Sunday…
Bob JonesDecember 11, 2016