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Catherine Pirolo posted a condolence
To my office mate AKA baby brother. We spent good times and bad times in that office. I will miss you. May you rest in peace and watch over all of us from your place in heaven. Love You!
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Keith posted a condolence
From the time I learned of Bill's passing, I struggled with how to say good-bye, or at least 'until we meet again.' But how? Should I say good-bye with a laundry list of memories, or of his qualities? No; somehow not fitting enough. So I decided to share one special thought among the countless. Just one. It's about work, if that's okay? And it’s about how he influenced me, not about how amazingly he picked a career like a star in the night, got his dream and was great at it—although that’s a great story too. …no; this one is about his influence on me… if that’s okay with you?
I've known Bill since we were about 12. And I always marveled how he 'always' had a job. Always! He delivered newspapers, worked in a deli, washed dishes, ironically worked in a funeral home...and I could go on and on. He took great pride in his work and I inherited that, and I thank him. I remember how, as a paper-boy, Bill would meticulously count money and straighten the bills so that the George Washingtons were all facing the same direction. Minimizing cognitive load (distractions) helps in better accounting. I laughed then but to this day, I organize my wallet like that. One time he encouraged me to become an acolyte when we were in church, okay..not really ‘encouraged’ but 'made me.' I was afraid of screwing up. We flubbed our way through it the first few times but eventually we became a flawless team. To this day, I take on new ventures with much more confidence than is normally like me, or like I was. But one work episode really stands out. Much later when I was 17 or so, I told Bill how amazing he was that he always had such great jobs when the rest of us could not find any. Typically spontaneous as Bill was, on the spot he drove me to Crest Hollow Country Club in Woodbury where he once worked for a short spell as a dish washer. Me, in my jeans and tee-shirt, from Brentwood, and not knowing anything about anything, let alone a country club. Bill introduced me to one of the kitchen managers, who introduced me to someone else... and I left that day with my first real job. I stayed at Crest Hollow Country Club not for a few weeks, and not for the summer, but for six years. I loved that job. It made me feel good, like I mattered, like I was valued, and I still credit that place for teaching me how to work: how to work as a team, how to work with the public, how to work neatly, how to use a broom, and on and on. And from that day until the present, I have ALWAYS had a job—sometimes two at once-- even when others continued to sing the blues how 'there were no jobs.' All of that came from Bill. His tenacity, persistence, foresight, and amazing interpersonal skills.
Bill, this is my song to you, my dear friend.
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Sandy Grigoletto posted a condolence
Thank you for being the best Best Man ever, at our wedding! I am honored to have known you, as my husband's loyal long lasting friend. Thank you for being there when we needed you. You are always with us. Your love lingers on in the empty spaces around us.
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