Biff Freeto so young, so dead.
Dear World,
Bill Freeto died on Thursday night. I think it was Thursday night, That will be
revealed in the obituary, which I can't get together to check yet. Dear Bill, you
You are my sunshine. My only Sunshine from a very different perspectives and number of years in my life. My hero in times of need. There are other friends who will comfort me in your in your shadow. I asked for one of your wolf earrings. I will take two and send one to Kathleen. Or five and send three to Kathleen. Things are talismans, magic items that connect us to each other. I hope they haven't thrown out the sailboat. That's from the kid on the street who made it, and a memoir of Larry,
and now a memoir of Mr. Bill.
You are another Solitary, like me. I can't tell you you aren't dead yet. I can't tell
you sto stop being silly and acting silly. You are far too connected to my heart for being gone. I know you're dead, Bill. I just don't like it and I fade in and out of accepting that ugly possibility. You have moved in to another beingness, and I can't stop you going, but I love you so much, you'll never be gone. I understand you moving on, but I hate it.I will remember you in every pineapple slice I ever put on a cheeseburger, or every ham & pineapple with extra cheese pizza. I will never feel the holiness of a late night bus stop, or the sacred in a single movie that makes me laugh. All the sacred I see in this life. I will put an angel folder on my computer desktorep where I can send my letters to you. Here I am, ranting, people. You who come here and read this, mourn with me this night Bill's passing, and celebrate with me his life.
Here I am rambling again, but really I want to be with you, and it isn't my time
yet, so you will have to wait a long time for me, but at least you will be with
Thomas, who is undoubtedly boffing you delightedly.
You and I have been friends for , since, maybe 1968. Don't think a nasty little
trick like death wil fool me into thinking you're gone.I love you, Bill. At least
wake up and call me to says goodbye. And I hear you saying:
"Yeah well, sorry, but I can't do that. Not this time. Just hang in there until I can
get there." These are the special words that only friends can say, friends and family. In honor of your love, the chocklate cookies, the dark Chocolate Turkish Hats, will be waiting for you for a while. Then I will eat thtem and remember the beauty of friendship, standing out in sun and ride watching trains. Who will face the annoyance of taking me to watch trains now, please? Sorry, but I must go as I can't se the keyboard. I love you Bill Freeto. See you sometime.
Bill Freeto died on Thursday night. I think it was Thursday night, That will be
revealed in the obituary, which I can't get together to check yet. Dear Bill, you
You are my sunshine. My only Sunshine from a very different perspectives and number of years in my life. My hero in times of need. There are other friends who will comfort me in your in your shadow. I asked for one of your wolf earrings. I will take two and send one to Kathleen. Or five and send three to Kathleen. Things are talismans, magic items that connect us to each other. I hope they haven't thrown out the sailboat. That's from the kid on the street who made it, and a memoir of Larry,
and now a memoir of Mr. Bill.
You are another Solitary, like me. I can't tell you you aren't dead yet. I can't tell
you sto stop being silly and acting silly. You are far too connected to my heart for being gone. I know you're dead, Bill. I just don't like it and I fade in and out of accepting that ugly possibility. You have moved in to another beingness, and I can't stop you going, but I love you so much, you'll never be gone. I understand you moving on, but I hate it.I will remember you in every pineapple slice I ever put on a cheeseburger, or every ham & pineapple with extra cheese pizza. I will never feel the holiness of a late night bus stop, or the sacred in a single movie that makes me laugh. All the sacred I see in this life. I will put an angel folder on my computer desktorep where I can send my letters to you. Here I am, ranting, people. You who come here and read this, mourn with me this night Bill's passing, and celebrate with me his life.
Here I am rambling again, but really I want to be with you, and it isn't my time
yet, so you will have to wait a long time for me, but at least you will be with
Thomas, who is undoubtedly boffing you delightedly.
You and I have been friends for , since, maybe 1968. Don't think a nasty little
trick like death wil fool me into thinking you're gone.I love you, Bill. At least
wake up and call me to says goodbye. And I hear you saying:
"Yeah well, sorry, but I can't do that. Not this time. Just hang in there until I can
get there." These are the special words that only friends can say, friends and family. In honor of your love, the chocklate cookies, the dark Chocolate Turkish Hats, will be waiting for you for a while. Then I will eat thtem and remember the beauty of friendship, standing out in sun and ride watching trains. Who will face the annoyance of taking me to watch trains now, please? Sorry, but I must go as I can't se the keyboard. I love you Bill Freeto. See you sometime.