My dad's been friends with Bill since their days at St. Vincent de Paul Grammar School in the Marina, and as I've grown up, especially as an adult, Bill and his wife Cathy have been a really big part of my life.
Bill signs all of his e-mails to me, "Love, The Godfather." He quizzes me about any guy I speak to, requesting 3 years of financial statements and a letter of intention from each of them. He sends me articles like "Forbes Billionaire Bachelors" and highlights the ones he thinks might be appropriate. Bill is friends with every janitor and coatcheck person at every fancy hotel and country club he patronizes, preferring to chat with them than some cocky old blowhard. And his art collection, which is literally world class, is mingled in with his extensive collection of sports memorbillia, both of which have equally emotional value to him. He has been supportive of every endeavor I've ever embarked upon, from fashion in college to Beach Blanket to fundraising to my bizarre get-rich-quick schemes.
And Bill, every morning around 5 am, reads my blog. He's a huge advocate of my writing and is constantly blowing, as Kate would say, sunshine up my ass. He'd forward all of my SFGate posts to his friends he hangs out with at Starbucks every day and he's always say, "Watch out, Oprah!"
He's been sick for awhile, but if you were at my birthday party at the Jay 'N Bee this January, you probably met him, after he made a 2 hour journey "way past (his) bedtime" just to hang with my "hot chick friends."
Bill is literally one of the most fun, generous, hilarious, kind, non-judgemental, honest and wonderful peole I have ever met in my life.
He passed away this morning
And I will miss him very, very much...
PS: I know I said I was on blogging hiatus, but Bill would have totally wanted a blog...