Happy days are really here. My daughter invited my grand-daughter, husband, and son to come live with us, and they have been here several days now. The great-grandson is a little over six months now. I just how
I may live long enough that
he may remember me. I have a theory that you're never really dead so long as someone remembers you with love.
Thanks for your kind words, Love, Bill
My friend Bill Hunt wrote me this in 2002 - WWH as he was known here. It's his birthday today. I still remember him with love.
