Not a day goes by that Bill's passing doesn't bring a tear to my eyes.
Bill was a great guy that's life touched many of us. I sure miss him.
Right, that.
My grandfather was an accomplished amateur astronomer, and I recognized the same deep love of the stars in Bill. (Bill would have benefitted much more than I from my conversations with my grandfather!)
At one time, my grandfather had built the biggest telescope one could reasonable maneuver without being in an observatory; we loved it when he would wheel it out onto his driveway.
In his later years, with the advances in technology, GrandPa was able to put together a smaller rig. Macular Degeneration had stolen his central vision, but not the peripheral sight necessary for beholding his beloved nebulae and star clusters. He spray-painted orientation marks onto his driveway, wheeled out his telescope, and took in the beauty of the night sky right up to the time of his passing.
He died on a day marked by some church calendars as Epiphany-- commemorating some wise men's finding and following a certain star.
This is one GrandPa's "star chairs," a small, portable and
very sturdy (he was not a small man) piece on which he would often sit in his driveway to watch the stars.
I sit it in almost every day while I watch my dog gambol in the yard.
And think of Bill, and miss him.
My heart breaks for all who knew and loved him.
Godspeed, Bill.
~ P.