Brittani Hagan
Mr. Bill,
You were truly one of a kind. You had a love for music and a way of living that was so real and unapologetically you. You taught all of us—especially your grandkids—that the best thing you can be in this world is yourself.
It didn’t matter what any of the kids did, you always found the humor in it. You laughed with them, made them feel seen, and brought joy into even the smallest moments. And when they needed it, you were honest with them—but always from a place of love. That’s something they’ll carry with them forever.
You weren’t just part of our lives—you were part of our everyday. Someone we could count on no matter what. Whether it was driving an hour and a half to practices twice a week, or showing up to every single ballgame no matter how far, you were always there. That kind of love and dedication doesn’t go unnoticed—it meant everything.
I’ll never forget the trips to Lamberts, watching the kids throw rolls and laugh, and seeing you right there with them—even when I knew you weren’t feeling your best. That’s who you were—someone who showed up, no matter what, and made life feel fun and easy just by being there.
You left a mark on all of us, but especially on your grandkids. I hope they always remember what you showed them—that being themselves is more than enough.
You will always be missed, always be loved, and never be forgotten.
