Thursday, March 10, 2016
Although it must be 25 years or so since I last saw Wanda, it's strangely just a number that has not diminished my memory of her in any way. That memory is of a person who was always kind and loving, someone I felt lucky to have met. My last memory of her is a simple one, a simple act of giving, just the desire she had to provide me with a cool washcloth for my apparently overheated forehead. It's the kind of thing most people would soon forget, but I won't, and I won't forget knowing someone who sprinkled such joy and love on the world.
May love and joy be yours in eternity Wanda,
Bill Williams
