Stepping Away, Again
William “Bill” Pierce died in his sleep over the weekend; he was as welcoming of the moustached goofball that married his baby girl as ever I could have hoped during the 25-plus years I knew him.
I don’t believe we get an existence after this one, but I’m pretty sure he did, and I’m certain the thought of resuming a certain acquaintance brought him great comfort over the past sixteen months.
I’ll be gone the next little while. Take care of each other while I’m away, yeah?
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