Aunt Marsha, Jenny, Dan, Jill, Micaiah, I was so sorry to hear of Uncle Bill’s passing and please know all of you are in our prayers. A steady stream of great memories with Uncle Bill have been flooding me since I heard. My first ride on the back of his motorcycle, cussing at the Giants during family get togethers, watching Uncle Bill play softball (and finally getting the chance to play on the same team as him), celebrating and commiserating the ups and downs of Duke basketball, camping trips, multiple attempts at water skiing on Glimmerglass, debating the outcome of any Delhi-Walton sporting competition, serving as ring bearer and learning that you can make a little cash from the gig if you hang around with the best man, and just sitting out on the back deck watching deer wander into the field on the hill. A smile even came to my face when I remembered getting stung by a bee while staying with you guys and breaking out in hives. I miss Uncle Bill but will cherish these memories (and many more) until we see him again. Kevin