So it’s been one year since your death and I can’t get you out of my head. I keep remembering all of our talks, all of our crazy, fun times together. My dancing partner…my “Silly Billy.” Remember when you got to 2nd base while skipping 1st? LOL Remember the times we were up til past 4am in Long Beach or when I had to drive you home because you simply couldn’t function anymore? You were awesome, Billy, but you let drinking and drugs get a hold of you. I know…I know it’s a disease and I know you didn’t mean to let it get that far, but fuck! You were so damn intelligent in other ways and you had an awesome job, an amazing home, and wonderful friends who all adored you. Why did you let it go that far?
Remember when you you admitted to me and my sister that you had a problem? Finally…finally your closest friends all thought you would get some help. You tried. You moved far away, to get away from all of the temptation, but instead of making a fresh start you simply continued on your path with a new group of so called friends. I still can’t believe the way you died. Alone…drunk…and miles and miles away. So senseless it made the local papers.
Billy, I miss you and I hope you’ve finally found the peace you had been seeking for so many years. I love you, Silly Billy! Love, Your Crazy Christina <3