William “Bill” Oliver Pillow

He lived a life full of traveling & exploring, making new friends everywhere he went, and learning new skills and passions like drawing, painting, playing guitar and speaking spanish. He will be missed deeply. If he were here, he would encourage all of us to find beauty in the world, try new things, take a breath and slow down to enjoy our time, and most importantly be kind to the people and world around us.

He has been described by one friend as a caring, generous and noble spirit with a sweet smile and twinkle of happy eyes... Another friend took the black/white photograph shown above with his guitar, and said his beauty, gentleness, humility and so many of his wonderful qualities came through in that shot.

"Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner.

All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!"  -Henry Scott-Holland