Bill lost a close companion today. If farewells can ever be happy then this one was. You know how you just know when a season of friendship is supposed to end? When the friendship served it's purpose and now it's time to move on? Well Bill knew. It almost seemed like the whole process freed him up a little. It was a little liberating for him even though he'd never admit it. Bill, I'm proud of you. Farewells aren't easy and yet you carried yourself with such poise and grace and integrity. Here's to 3 years of great 'suckage' and great memories.
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