Remembering Bill When I think of Bill Stapleton I think of a life force. I never met a man I could describe as more energetic, more self confident, more bold, or more alive. He was a force. He always had some ideas he was working. After a few minutes, he'd have you believing in whatever he was describing. Everything Bill did, seemed to be on a grander scale. If Bill decided to collect bourbons, he needed to have the best bourbon collection in Oklahoma, but it turned in to the best scotch collection, the best wine collection. Everything was outsized with Bill. He would always set stretch targets and then usually exceed them. He was "all-in" on life and life's challenges and adventures. One of his last big challenges was rebuilding his house after the tragic loss of his home and almost all possessions to a fire. He set a target for rebuilding, and then set out to make it happen. Most men would have hired someone – gone off to enjoy retired life by travelling a lot, visiting friends and spending time with the grandchildren. Bill made himself the general contractor and terrorized the local residential building industry for a year while solving every challenge and demanding excellence from every party associated with the project. In routine Bill fashion, he got the job done. Bill was fearless. While serving as a lieutenant with Bill in Hawaii, I witnessed him running a secure facility. One day the Battalion Executive officer , a major, three ranks higher than Bill, came to visit. Bill responded to the call from the gate that the XO didn't have proper clearance and couldn't come in. Irate, the major gave Bill an order – let me in. Bill just waited for a second and said "Sorry sir, I can't and won't do that." Of course, he loved telling that story, but I can verify, it was true. Somehow he survived. On reflection, I really just think of Bill as a great friend, the best of friends. No matter how many years passed by before getting together, Bill picked back up as if it were yesterday. He was just fun to be around. He always was doing something, into something, or drinking something. He cherished Beth, who somehow found the strength to keep up with Bill through all of the adventure. My heart goes out to her now. I will miss Bill immensely. I feel hurt and angry that God reached down and took him away so abruptly. But somehow I have to believe God needed him for some special project that he was having trouble getting done or convincing the saints to go along with. Well, I pity those who may doubt Bill's ability to get the job done in heaven. I can picture him shaking things up a bit and driving through all obstacles to get that special heavenly job done. I look forward to hearing him tell us all about it some day. Miss you and love you Bill. From a lonely friend, Grant