|Sweet William for Uncle Bill|
He never had much. Didn't start out with anything in a poor family. Early exposure to smoke, soot and cinders from the lead smelter up wind took the edge off his portion of the family brains--everyone else was extra smart. His mother called him "dumb Bill."
A year ago on June 11 we held his memorial service. He lived to be 87. What everyone knew for sure about Uncle Bill was that he was kind, considerate, polite and sweet. We sent home Sweet William seeds with folks who attended so they could be reminded of this gentle man every spring.
Mine are blooming now, and one of the Things I get to do today is share a bit of their loveliness with this note to honor Uncle Bill. May he rest in peace.