Terry Piche
If I close my eyes and listen hard, I can still hear his key ring as he walked the halls of Frank Casey Public School. My youngest memories include heading to his place on the hill as my grandfather Kelly would mend his fishing nets by the warmth of their wood stove during cold winter days. Funny how someone who played such a small role in a kids life can leave such warm thoughts. Rest in peace Bill.
Tuesday August 21, 2018 at 6:36 pm