Letter from Krista

Here is another letter to Bill from his beautiful, amazing, and super-awesome sister Krista.

Who Bill became to me

My first best and longest friend

The one who with me loved and cherished our hours swimming at the Lake House

The 20ft tree- forts we built that only I would climb, while Bill made a fire in the bottom.

The
go cart we created that went out of control going doing a very steep
hill when our makeshift brakes made of crutches failed….we landed in
the lake. The last thing I can remember before hitting the water was
Bill yelling “NO BREAAAKKKESS” as he waved the once attached brakes
over his head.

Our all day treks to Evergreen Valley
Grocery aka EVG. All the 2hr walk to the store we talked of all the
things we were going to buy with the money that we earned form mowing
all the neighbors' yards and looting mom's purses. All the way home,
sticking piece after piece of penny candy in our mouths …..making
trades when appropriate.

The army men wars that ALWAYS
ended in hairspray torching…..which would lead again to mowing the
lawns of all the neighboring yards, to replace the army men.

The Barbie's that Bill conceded to play with.

The
swings made of blankets that we hung from the beams in the ceiling,
with the purpose of watching MASH and The Dukes of Hazard.

The wild kittens that we would adopt by the litter.

The moving

The endless hours cramped in cars playing the license plate game or the alphabet game.

Teasing Bill when he made the often mistake of telling Mom and myself that he needed to go to the bathroom.

Reno-
we spent hours down at the local cinema watching every movie Bill
wanted to see…..he didn't seem to ever grow out of that J

The
one place that we both almost got our asses kicked. I saved him from 3
boys and he later saved me from one scraggly little girl….of all things
J

Tumwater—Ironically Bill and Bret, Miguel and Dan all
conspired to catch me smoking pot, you might think that they wanted
some…..but the story actually is more interesting…they wanted to turn
me into the DARE program because they had heard they could get a
thousand dollars J They never caught me.

TESC—A Dorm…many
fond memories of visiting Bill. I also loved the hours of him playing
his music all over town with his various bands. I could be seen
enjoying myself front and center completely immersed in Bill creations.

I have many memories that I am thankful for. I am also appreciative that Bill became such an influence in Ross Jr's life….

Bill
I will forever have a hole in the center of my heart, the place that
you taught me to allow myself to love. I cherish the time and tightness
of our love!

Bill was more than my brother; he was the
co-warrior in our crazy childhood. He was the love and affection that I
learned to express; he was the strength that changed my destiny.

I MISS YOU BILL!

Love always, sis