Sunday, November 15, 2020
My name is Bridgette Braig, and I knew Bill from my nearly 5 years worth of visiting my grandmother Edith who lived on the 4th floor at Fairhaven. He and I had many long and *loud* conversations in the dining room up there. Bill couldn't hear worth a damn but it did not stop him from telling me what I was doing wrong in my personal life, voting behavior, financial decisions, and more! He greeted me every single time by asking if I was married. Nope. "Well why the hell not?!?!" Dinners were always more lively on 4 when Bill was in a mood. I did everything I could to encourage it too, and know that our decibel jarring conversations improved spirits and attitudes in the room.
I'll treasure the tall tales and Warren Buffet stories. He also liked to make me check his stock prices on my iphone, and then complain about my mutual fund approach to investing.
Sharing beers with Bill and Byron over the years is also a fond memory. Even as they mercilessly picked on me.
The world lost a little color with Bill's death. But the stories will live on.
Best regards,
Bridgette