I will miss your tremendous heart, your tremendous brain, your tremendous spirit. I’ll never tell a better story, know more things, be as tan. Though we had moments that were uncomfortable (when I found out your actual birthday, all the times you told me that the part in my hair wasn’t straight), those pale beside the many more numerous times when I felt like the bond between us was so strong that maybe it made the air a different color. I wish I had asked you for more stories, I wish I had listened even harder (though really, is that possible?), I wish I had asked you about the secrets I was scared to ask you about. We had a lot of time together, but right now, I would just like a little more.
William M. Fenning (1920-2015)