I did not know Heather’s biological dad. He died suddenly when she was 16. I met her when she was 18. There are not really any video tapes of Bill. There are a few pictures of him. There are lots of stories of him. But it always bums me out when I think about how I never met him. Even to say, “Hey Bill. My name is Carlos. I am going to take care of your kid. Promise.”
The other day Heather’s sister Shelly had baby numero dos. They named him after Bill. While Heather was visiting she found one of her dad’s old bibles. She snapped a photo of the inside cover. He had these verses written down. I don’t know why. But after I read them tonight, I felt a bit closer to Bill. Lame I know. But I did.