Remembering Billy

This past week is a perfect example of you never know what is going to happen. Last weekend before I left for Missoula my sister let me know that our brother Billy had just had triple bypass open heart surgery.  He had come through the surgery fine and that he had moved to Schenectady New York.  My brother didn't keep in contact with his family at all.  It was a choice he had made for some unknown reason.  So it wasn't that much of surprise that no one knew he lived there.

Yesterday I got an email from my brother Tom saying that Billy had come home from the hospital and that he had died in his sleep that night.  He was 64, much too young. My day has been filled with shock and disbelief.  Dave came home from work to be with me which was nice but I was ok.  I seem to be rerunning all those childhood scenes with him in my mind.  Just celebrating the man he was or perhaps the man he let me see. Although I had not seen him in a long time I will miss him.