Billy passed away on November 3, 2015, while sleeping. Wilma noticed he wasn’t up as early as usual. She poured a cup of coffee, sweetened it for him, taking it to his room.
“Wake up, hun.”
When he didn’t move, she knew. She walked over to the bed as the morning light peeked through the blind, gently touching his arm trying to wake him, but he was gone. Billy was seventy-seven years old, and Wilma believed he died a happy man. The arrangements were taken care of by Teddy and his sisters. On a Friday morning, the family gathered for the funeral. Surprisingly with her busy schedule, even Swoozie flew in for the funeral. She visited with people she had not seen in many years. Not being the family loser felt nice for a change. Everyone knew of her success. After the services, she and Katrina
