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I knew Bill and Gwen when we lived in Page. They were the first people I met there, and they welcomed me into their lives with open arms. Bill had a terrific sense of humor, and loved peanut butter. Indeed, that was his call name.
One of my favorite stories was of the time he stopped me while I was pulling a houseboat to Lake Powell. I must admit I rarely had the right permits, and paid little attention to road signs. I had a guy working for me who was driving behind the boat - a 48x14 foot wide. He had a siren in his truck. I turned onto the highway which runs between the Visitor Center and the Wahweap marina, and heard a siren. I thought it was Tom. Then...a deep voice came over the loudspeaker, "Martha, this is the Lord speaking." It was Bill. He came up to the truck and said he couldn't see who was at the head of the operation but had a pretty good idea when I took the corner at the Visitor's Center.
His death was crushing, and the loss to his family and friends beyond compare. I still think of him frequently, as well as Gwen and the girls. All best wishes to those who knew him.
Martha Miller, MD
friend
February 1, 2012
