It's kind of fitting that B in the A-Z Blogging Challenge should fall today.
You see, today is the sixth anniversary of my dad's death. His name was Bill.
Actually, it was William, and when he was growing up his family called him Liam, but once he moved to England in his early twenties he was always Bill. English people in the 1960s had some trouble pronouncing Liam (this was before Mr. Gallagher). After being called Leon for weeks, he tried explaining that Liam was the Irish for William. . . and instead everyone called him Bill, and it stuck. It suited him.
I don't have much to add to the blogfest today, just that it's been six years since he passed away and he's still sadly missed. And I'm thinking of everyone who has lost a loved one today - we know we don't need an excuse to remember them, but on certain days we think of them more. This is one of mine.