On behalf of the Deitch family, I extend our deepest condolences to the Ware family. We lived a street street over, and Bill’s arrival in the neighborhood and at Yorkshire Elementary had many 11-year-old girls, starting with me, writing dreamily about him in their diaries. As we all grew up, Bill’s sweet smile, gentle nature and quick laugh made us all love him even more as a friend. One time when my parents were out of town, we had a party at my house. When the golden beverages arrived from whomever bought them for us, I raced to meet the delivery — and ran directly into Bill, who was happily heading into the house with a hot dog. The collision knocked the dog clear out of the bun and onto the floor. We could not stop laughing at the absurdity of it. Through high school, whenever Bill was around, everyone was happy to be around him. His presence was quiet but always peaceful, comforting and kind. Before graduation, my doorbell rang at 6 am with a request to head over to Bill’s house immediately - no hair, no makeup - for an impromptu breakfast with neighborhood Suburban seniors. I think it was Bill’s mom’s idea — thank you! I will always be grateful I put aside my vanity and went as I was. My first week of college, Bill was one of a group who agreed to accompany my boyfriend on a spontaneous 2 am trip to visit me in my dorm, 4 hrs away. Bill was always up for an adventure and always there for a friend. I will never forget him and I hope that your family’s beautiful memories of your son, brother and uncle, which are such a joy to see in these photos, will comfort and keep you until the day you can all be reunited again. - Lisa Deitch Selner York Suburban Class of ‘82