Wednesday, July 29, 2020
I met Bill when I was 9 years old. He was my 4th grade teacher at St Peter’s. A few years later his family joined the church I attended. I was thrilled when Bill and Pearl asked me to babysit for their children. I loved their family and would ride my bike over to visit even when I wasn’t babysitting. Whether Bill was laying bricks in the backyard to make a patio or down in his study, he always had time to talk and listen. He knew I wanted to be a teacher also. He had faith in me and when I was in college, he let me help in his classroom in St Paul, when I was on semester breaks. Bill was my teacher, my mentor and my friend. I will miss him dearly. Even as I’m writing this, I can hear his laugh. He had such a great laugh. My thoughts and prayers are with his family. Teresa Ross