My Dad whom took over the Chevelle for Billy,
went to be with him 5/5/06. He went to the doctor in January 2006 for what we thought was pnumonia--it turned out to
be a very rare and aggressive form of cancer. He never had a chance. He was very courageous throughout his battle of
only 13 weeks. He kept positive and joked around til the very end. My Dad died in my arms as I told him how brave he was and
that I loved him. A couple of weeks before he died he looked me in the eyes and begged me to save him. He did not want to
die and he was scared and it hurt. I told him that the doctors were doing all they could, but radiation and treatments were
not even touching it. I told him that when he died, he would be with Billy again and that wouldn't be so bad. He said,"I
guess so." The Chevelle was supposed to go to North Carolina to be with a super close friend of our family, but I could
not part with it seeing it was Billy and now Dad. I have taken it over for him.
During Dad's last days, he wished that if
he had to go to make his funeral "fun". "Nothing's too weird", he said. So, Taking a deep breath and keeping strong, I told
him it was done. The oldies played at the funeral home. The chevelle led the drive to the cemetary where he is buried by his
son's side. Dad rode in a showcar Hearse!! Hotrods reved as they drove following the hearse. A flamethrower car even
threw flames for him as he passed his casket at the cemetary. It was "fun". When Billy was buried, Dad buried him by
hand(shovel) out of love and respect, well, I did the same for him!! I think he was looking down smiling..... Billy
and Dad.....Forever Cruisin' together......
