I’ve admittedly struggled with the sense of posting about Bill Pope today.
it’s the one year anniversary that we lost Bill and his son Bryce to a treacherous curve on a darkened road here in Alpharetta. my last communication with him that very evening was a series of brief text messages (probably in the hands of Bryce, and dictated by Bill). I distinctly recall being in the moment, with Bill. that’s important, to me.
I like what I wrote last year: taken aback by Bill Pope. and, I think I’ll stand with that, and add only a few additional thoughts…
I don’t know that Bill’s reputation will grow in legend. but, it certainly will by inspiration, if not Bryce’s great promise. Bill and Jane did a great job with that one.
some men are good at trying to make a point. others can make a difference. my thinking is that Bill made it a point to make a difference.
I miss you Bill. you were my friend. and, man, you were a really good friend like only a man’s man can be. a stalwart, and true.
I keep hoping I’ll round a corner, and there you’ll be, hands in trouser pockets, with shoulders rolled forward standing in those saddle shoes with a silly grin on your face – and, a look in those eyes dancing with naught but the promise of adventure.
my “red-headed-Errol-Flynn-like-friend”, Bill Pope.
peace to my Brothers and Sisters.
brian patrick cork