William Rohrer

I Have Fond Memories Of My Uncle Bill. One Afternoon He Stopped By My House When I Was Only 10 or 11 Years Old. He Said I Heard You Like To Fish. I Said Yep, Sure Do. Grandpa Taught me. He Gave Me A Wink And Told Me I Learned From One Of The Best. He Said Hop in The Car And You Can Go Fishing With Me And Aunt Bev. I Can Remember The Exact Spot We Fished.

They Would Soon Move Away To Bloomington Indiana. Throughout The Years We Would See One Another At Family Functions. Our Last Personal Memory Moment Was When He Got Lost In My Danville High School Yearbooks. He Would Ask Me If I Had This Year Or That Year And I Would Nod Yes To Him. That Big Wonderful Grin Of His Would Appear And He Got The Opportunity To Revisit The Days Of Yesteryear. He Told Me I Had One Real Good Collection And I Should Never Part With It. I Assured Him I Would Not. It All Started When I Was Handed The Yearbook That Had My Grandfather's Photo Inside.

I Always Admired My Uncle Bill For His Ability To Work With His Hands. As Long As I Have Known Him He Suffered With Crippling Arthritis. In Spite Of His Ailment He Managed To Paint Many Portraits Of Scenery And People. It Became His Passion.

The Last Time I Saw My Uncle Bill Was At A Family Reunion. I Bid On The Pool Stick He Put In The Auction To Raise Money For The Next Reunion. I Will Never Part With It.

One Thing I Know For Sure. His Wife, His Children, And His Grandchildren Were The Most Important Thing In His Life.

She Held Him In Her Arms As This Song Played.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GtMpyAejUo

Tonight He Is In A Place Where He Will No Longer Experience The Pain He Has Been In. My Prayers Are For The Ones He Left Behind.