Good Night Dear Man

Chatter Master and Flaham

Good night dear man.

The air is fresh

Your free

To breathe.

Sing.  Laugh.



With the wind.

On the wind.


Dear Beautiful Man!

Breathe Free.


Good Night from here Dear Man.

Forever,  you are free.

Meeting Bill

Bill Hamilton

Bill Hamilton of

Passed away peacefully today.

At the request of his beloved wife I am sharing this information.

Please notify any blogging friends that you may know of who knew Bill.

WordPress has lost a very good, and dear, friend.

I will breathe easier, each breath, knowing you breathe free tonight dear man.

73 thoughts on “Good Night Dear Man

  1. Did you post something to Daily Strength? Bill was also active on this site. If not, I can do it since I am a fellow sufferer & belong to Daily Strength online support group.
    This has come as quite a blow to me. Bill was so helpful to me when I first found out I had COPD in Dec./13. He always answered all my questions with honesty & kindness. I will miss him very much!


    • BenzeKnees, I did not post to that site. Thank you for doing that. Bill was a fantastic support. His encouragement and LOL’s and “Take Care’s” will be so missed. I’m a bit shocked at the moment. Thank you for helping make sure his other friends know.


  2. Reblogged this on The Departure Lounge and commented:
    I walked with Bill a little while,
    he liked to share his ‘soft smile’.
    Thank you Bill, you were much loved and you will be much missed. Re-reading your last post but one, I can see you were saying goodbye. This is what you wrote less than a week ago:

    “This will be my 302th post in the 2 plus years I have been writing this blog. Over that period I have accumulated 378 “followers,” I have received over 2,000 comments and have responded to 98 percent of them so my total comments are over 4,000, and I have been viewed over 16,500 times.
    If I could I would write an individual note to each of the people who follow me for whatever reason they do and thank them personally. I would. I would take that moment and say without them, without their support, without their comments, this blog may have died on the vine. So collectively thank you. Thank you for the time you spend with me, thank you for reading my words and sometimes sharing them with your followers. I also want to thank you for each and every comment including the smiley faces and kisses. Sometimes so much can be said with an emotional icon.”


  3. Reblogged this on The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap and commented:
    Couldn’t post this last night when I first saw it. I was too heartbroken to have lost one of my best cyber friends, Bill Hamilton. We met on line and shared a friendship on the phone weekly. I just spoke with him a couple of days ago. There was a lot of laughter but that was Bill, always positive and loving. My heart is with his family. My heart is heavy. I will miss you dear friend. I love you. RIP.


  4. Oh, I am so sad for our loss of a friend, Bill commented once or twice, I did back a few times. We followed each other, but not as closely as I should have. I am sure he is in a better place, as you mentioned, Colleen! He is running free, living free of any pain or suffering. I love the idea of the song, “Born Free,” when it comes to death. We are re-born to a happier, much kinder kingdom… Please pass on to his dear wife and family my condolences. Hugs, Robin


  5. Is it possible to love someoneyou have never met and only read his words of praise for you? I am crying like a baby.. I will miss you sweet Bill. Thank you colleen for bringing him into my world!!


  6. 😦 I just saw this. I didn’t know Bill from his blog, just through his comments on a few blogs I follow. He seemed like a very sweet man, and I can tell he will be greatly missed. I hope he is indeed breathing deeply and breathing free.


  7. Colleen – It’s amazing how many of us have similar feelings about Bill. I had no idea his death would send a knife through my heart, but it did. Bill’s personality, willingness to share his adventure (as he called it) into retirement was and continues to be an outstanding series of how with the help of Hospice one can continue to live in their own home and participate in life.
    We talked most Monday afternoon’s and sometimes a different day, but usually on Monday. He was always full of bits of news and with his quick wit, a great conversationalist. I’ll not only miss is terrific blog but the telephone calls as well. You have posted a loving tribute to Bill.


    • I know how much Bill loved the WP world and the very specific individuals he connected with. I feel blessed to have been one of them. I’m glad that we have that connection between us as well. He would be so humbled and tickled by our loving and missing him. Thank you.


  8. On the passing of a friend:

    It has been said that in a world intricately and inexorably connected, individually, we seem to draw apart from one another. That those connections we have are tenuous, virtual and of little lasting substance or effect. Like spiderwebs on the wind, we connect and (temporarily) bond with whatever object we come in contact with, only to be pulled apart and float until the next object enters our space. We see this in our personal and professional relationships on a regular, daily basis. And yet, every now and then we are reminded of the ties that bind – that survive the immediacy of the moment no matter their outward, gossamer appearance; which bespeak a deeper level of common interest and shared values. We are reminded, if you will, that no man is indeed, an island

    This is not original with me. I found it some time ago on the Steeljaw Scribe: As more and more friends pass on, it seems evermore appropriate.


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