William Henry ‘Bill’ Twitty was a Husband. He was also a Son. A Brother. Somebody’s Father. and Somebody’s Grandfather.
Grief is like the ocean: it’s deep and dark and bigger than all of us. And pain is like a thief in the night.
William Henry ‘Bill’ Twitty was a Veteran. He was also somebody’s Soulmate. and Somebody’s Friend.
I knew William Twitty, I knew him as my Big Stubborn Teddy Bear who could do no wrong in his Granddaughter’s eyes.
He was so full of love. He was quiet when it came to saying “I Love You” but you knew just by looking into his eyes how deeply he loved and cared for you.
Even after 5 years I still see how his absence has affected the people that knew him so I know that he did matter to them and I know he was loved.
He played an important role in all of our lives, the lives of his Grandchildren so big and some small but he made sure he was in our lives, and sometimes that meant having to stand in and be that Father Figure.
*Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you’re close in heart.