Wednesday, August 4, 2010
When I think of Bill, I think of his charming smile, his delight in calling each person by name, and his greeting to me the day before he died. I had been away, and he greeted me outside the chapel with a big smile and said, "Hello, Sr. Theresina! Where have you been?" When I asked him how he was doing, he said, "Never better!" Truly, Bill was "never better" as he spent his last day waiting for the Lord.
