My old next door neighbor, Bill Gasser, passed away.
He is a person I have not thought about in quite some time. As a matter of fact, it has been so long that when I got the message that he had passed away, a smile actually washed over my face. I'm finally mature enough to put all my memories of him into perspective and realize what an impact this man had on my childhood.
It's too late for me to miss him. All I can do is just grin and celebrate his life.
Rebecca McCauley commented the other day that there was not a single thing she could think of that I can't do. Well, Miss Rebecca, that is high praise, especially coming from you. I wish you could have met the man that really deserves that amount of respect. Bill had EVERY tool. He could fix ANY thing. The man had no boundaries when it came to broken. I had started taking things apart to see how they worked just before Bill entered the scene, but this man could actually put them back together and properly.
This is the man that taught me that you don't have to throw something away because it is broken and you don't have to pay somebody to change your oil either.
I never got to drink a Miller Lite on the tailgate of his truck with him. Tonight, I think I'll give a little toast to the toolbox in the sky.
I won't miss you, Bill. I'll just remember how awesome you were.