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Because of Billy Photo Chair

Because of Billy Memorial Fund

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Inspired To Be created the Because of Billy Memorial Fund in loving memory of William Jerome Hertzfeld Jr., "Billy", full of life, love, and laughter.  He touched many hearts and spoke to our souls with his caring and comical ways.  He was always there to lend a helping hand to anyone in need.  So in his honor we would like to reach out our hearts and hands to those in need and give Because of Billy.

In Loving Memory of Billy, Inspired To Be donates a portion of the proceeds of each purchase to the Because of Billy Memorial Fund.  If you would like to reach out and help someone in need, please contact Inspired To Be to make your loving donation.


William Jerome Hertzfeld Jr.
February 18, 1980 - January 1, 1999
Our Guardian Angel

Because of Billy Photo Chair 

 

Dearly Missed by:
Mom-Leslie, Dad-Bill,
Sisters-Julie, Amy, Jenny, Angela, & Becky,
Brother-in-laws-Scott, Cory, Michael, & Rod,
Nieces-Morgan, Faith, Destiny, & Adelyn,
Nephews-Drake, Dane, Nathan, & Phoenix

Together in Heaven with:
Grandpa Lester & Grandma Ruthie,
Grandpa Clarence & Grandma Alice.


Billy's Cloud

     Summer was finally here.  The sky was again so blue, the air I knew was warm as it rustled through the leaves on the majestic old oak trees.  I stood at the sink gazing out at all that God had given us.  I began to think that I should find strength and comfort in the knowledge that God is with me.  He is helping me through this most difficult time.  Why was I still in a fog?  I was just pretending to be okay.  You know how it goes, saying the right thing and acting strong for everyone else.  But my baby, my only son was gone. 

     At 18 he had so much potential.  Billy had grown into a thoughtful, caring and oh yes, a funny guy.  Of course, I wasn't his only mother.  He had 5 older sisters who also helped him be the fine young man he had become.  Six months have gone by since Billy passed away on a cold and bitter New Year's Eve.  We never found out what happened to him or who had put him under the road in that culvert.  There are so many unanswered questions.  I suppose that is one of the reasons that I pray for answers, that I always seem to be looking for signs.  Are you okay Billy?  Can you see me?  Do you know how much I miss you and love you?  Can you here my prayers, Billy, please send me a sign.  And so it goes on, day after day. 

     Unexpectedly the phone rang bringing me out of the fog.  It was my husband, Bill.  He was asking me if I remembered calling him several days ago and telling him to look up at the clouds and see their beauty.  I said, "Yes, I remember."  He said, "Well I looked up and you need to hurry and go out on the porch and look up, the clouds are beautiful."  I hung up the phone after I told him that of course I would go look and thanked him for calling.  But I was too tired to go.  The fog had settled back in and I just wanted to stand at the sink with my hands in the soothing warm water.  Then the feeling came over me that I had to go look.  I even argued with myself.  No he wouldn't know.  I can't go even the short distance to the porch.  Just let me stand here.  But I couldn't do that after all, I had called him a few days ago and asked him to look up at the clouds.  Now he had looked and I must look for him.  I half drug myself to the door.  It would be okay.  I would look and then I could sit down.  I opened the door and stepped out onto the porch.  I was not prepared for the sight that greeted me. 

     There high above our house was a magnificent cloud in the shape of a person.  He was waving at me with one hand high in the air and the other hand on his hip.  I could see the blue sky between his legs as he was standing proud and tall.  I started to yell for my daughter, Angela, to come and see.   I was running in circles because I was so excited I couldn't remember where the camera was at.   Angela said, "You stay here and keep looking at the cloud, I will get it." 

     By the time she took the picture the part of the cloud that was the chest, arms, and head had sunk down slightly behind the lower part of his body.  I was so excited to have seen this cloud.  I was so thankful that Angela was there to take the picture.  It was a blessing from God.  I know Billy is okay.  When Bill got home I started to tell him about the cloud.  I wanted him to know that if he hadn't called I would have missed it.  He looked at me very strangely and said, "I wanted you to go to the back porch.  I never saw that cloud."  I know that God had a hand in my seeing that cloud.  The back porch is right off of the kitchen.  The front porch is on the other side of the house off of the living room. 

     I was so tired and I can't explain why I went to the furthest porch unless God was telling me to.  Now Billy has been gone for seven years.  Every time that I look at the cloud picture I feel BLESSED.  God has given me the strength to get through this.

Thank you Billy, Love Mom