God Bless Uncle Willard's children who were always there for their father and mother. Both of your parents are looking down at you all, with love and admiration.
Uncle Willard, we all love you. You were our patriarch. I always remember spending time with your family. Theresa and I would always ask for a coke at the gas station. Good or bad, you always gave us one. My mom affectionately called you Willy. I'm glad that your suffering is over, and your in heaven with family and God. Tell everyone hi. I love you. Until we meet again.