I Regret to inform my family...
Yes indeed Billy Smith has died. The details are sketchy but apparently he wandered off into the wheat fields around Pullman some 25 years ago. It is something family has been unable to deal with all these years, holding on to his memory. Knowing him as well I did, I know he would want you all to move on, while not forgetting him, he would ask that you discontinuing invoking his memory by using his name. It will be hard I know, he was a good kid but those are his wishes...let him go....
Billy is survived directly by Will(iam), their relationship is unclear ;-)
posted by William A. Smith @ 3:44 PM
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Nice picture!!
I must admit, 'Will' tends to stick in my throat a bit, I find it hard to cough it up. Whereas Billy rolls off the tongue so nicely. D'Oh! There I go being contrary again. You're just lucky your middle name isn't Robert, or even I wouldn't be able to resist the temptation.
I've opted to try to maintain split-personalities, which is a lot of work. And my family doesn't know whether to call me James or Jamey so they slyly try to avoid the last letter altogether. But, I'm so conflicted I can't even advise them on what to write. I'm sorry little Billy is gone, but he's undoubtedly saved you some consternation by going.
I understand Will doesn't come easy to all, but Bill(y) works my last nerve..lol. A few folks (names withheld) I think purposely call me the "b" name to get me riled up...A few days Grandpa introduced me to this guy as "My little grandson Billy", both me and that guy winced, he felt my pain :)
Hey have you had a chance to listen to that CD? what did you think of it? hope I burned it okay.
Cute pic, please reference above article. But Jamey´s right, Will sticks in the throat, as does James. They both seem to nod towards a formality that, while admirable in an adult, somehow in the familial setting just doesn´t work out. I think it has something to do with once having changed the diapers. Forgive me, it had to be said. I know all about wincing, I´m sure nobody has ever called either of you Fifi. So I know your pain, believe me, and as I said, that´s only the stuff that printable. There is one consolation for you both, at least people are still trying to call you.......maybe that´s no consolation at all? Adieu. If it´s any help, we still call them Casius Clay and Prince and Tom of T.H.U.M.B. The other version is just too long.
Hi Will,
Luckily for me, I met you as Will, so this is no problem. When I was first introduced to "the family", I thought there were a whole lot more of you guys than there are what with all the nicknames. It took me a while (being slower than some folks) to realize that yes, I had indeed met Billy, and no, Theresa did not actually have 15 sisters.
I love how humorously you got your point across!!!! You are great.
Heidi
Heidi,
My humor is a thinly veiled attempt to cover over a painful and troubled past amongst a family that would be so cruel as to hide jelly beans in my lil 'fro as a kid as I slept so innocently and then blame the Easter bunny for the wicked deed...looking back it is oh so clear, THEY kill Billy!!! Thank you for helping me see that ;-)
Will
p.s. I hope Santa and you teamed up and got James a industrial sized jar of Ben Gay for Xmas/his B-day, your hubby is getting OLD ;)
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