Taken from a poem A Rose Behind The Wall 
(AL Fink) A rose once grew where all could see 
sheltered beside a garden wall ..
And as the days passed swiftly by
it spread its branches, straight and tall. One day, a beam of light shone through 
a crevice that had opened wide ..
The rose bent gently toward its warmth 
then passed beyond to the other side. Now, you who deeply feel its loss
be comforted the rose blooms there ..
its beauty even greater now nurtured 
by God’s own loving care

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Bill. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.