Kathy, you are an absolute _queen_, and your Bill was quite a _king_! - I applaud you and your happiness and the happiness that you and Bill had - far, far beyond mere riches!
I still struggle, because I miss Byron so much - I am actually somewhat of a loner (why else would I be in IT, wrestling with Oracle/SQL Server/UNIX and Windows all day long? (ha)) - so Byron was my confidante, my lover, my comedian, my race car driver (let me tell you, Dr. Perkins was NOT slow when he got in a car, and he had four (4) Corvettes over the time I knew him - the more I'd fuss, the faster he'd go, with a devlish grin on his face! And, when I would remind him of the presence of the local constabulary, he'd respond with "I haven't gotten a ticket since I was 19 in Montana..."
He also had a little 'thug' in him - his office was not in the best part of town, and every once in a while, trouble would come to the door....having handled firearms since age 6 on his father's farm, he was a pretty good shot, and handy with the the steel (unfortunately, I was forced to sell his Beretta, and I gave his Savage 12-gauge to Baby Brother (52), because I knew Byron would have wanted David to have it) - he was on good terms with the local police, and they'd come by to check every once in a while - but he was not a man to mess with, at all!
It was so hard watching that vital, strong, _fine_ (oh, the man was _fine_, with golden-brown/hazel/green eyes, and long curly brown hair) man just deteriorate into a pain-wracked, agonized, extremely ill person......but he is not in any pain, anymore - and for that I am glad
Peace, healing, comfort and grace to you all - Yaca Attwood Perkins