Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Bill Bartscher was my beloved uncle and always a special presence in my life. He bought me my first and only tennis racket and taught me to ski. He was incredibly warm and hospitable: he and Aunt Joan always had an open door and a full table for family and many, many others. Uncle Bill worked hard and he played hard. He made a positive difference in so many ways, making his world shine and smile. (Lots of smiles, lots of laughter.) My husband, Bob, also loved Bill's company and we're both sorry that moving to Utah has made traveling difficult. Very importantly, Uncle Bill suffered for his country as a prisoner-of-war in World War II. He was awarded a Silver Star and I thank him, humbly, for his bravery and sacrifice. The four of us--Bill, Joan, Bob, and myself--spent time together in Oyster Bay during the tragedy of September 11, 2001. There are so many memories, and so much love. I'll always miss my dear Uncle Bill, but with a smile and a heart full of gratitude. (I expect to see him again.)
