Raised as a Catholic, (both in the States and in Mexico), and a one time member of the Jehovah’s Witness church, Will had been exposed to a lot of religion. Religion in the sense, that he had never been told that he could have a relationship with Jesus Christ. All he knew were rituals and rehearsed prayers. After all the time he had spent in churches, never did he feel the Spirit of God.
Will was always full of love, he took great pride in his family and was sure to let those he cared about know it on a regular basis. He wasn’t afraid of the truth, and was the kind of person who could be bluntly honest with you, but it wasn’t painful. Will was hardworking and took great pride in everything he did, but one of the things that he took the greatest pride in and had the most respect was the old American Flag. Man, he loved that flag, he understood how important it was. When his father came to the States illegally, the first thing he did was sign up for our military and fought in the Korean war. Will’s father was a Patriot, and Will always respected that.
After watching his son battle leukemia, and subsequently lose his young life, Will became a very bitter man. Will was furious with God and didn’t have a problem letting Him know. He still had those same wonderful qualities, the love, honesty, patriotism, but he was still so hurt and so full of anger.
Will’s bitterness came out more when he drank, and worsened still when we got the news. You see, Will was an employee of ours, he moved to Wyoming with us when we moved our company. Our daughter already called him “Uncle” and as a perk he lived in our basement, rent free instead of in a motel with the other employees. About six months after we moved to Wyoming, Will noticed a lump on his neck. He showed his ex-wife (they had remained friends after their divorce, and they had a surviving daughter at this time), at Christmas time and she chalked it up to swollen “noyds” due to flu season. Will had forgotten all about it, and few months later decided to get into shape. He began by doing sit-ups, a lot of sit-ups. Of course he was sore for the next couple of days, and noticed his belly begin to swell. My husband had seen this before, in fact he had experienced it. My husband went on to tell Will about Lactic Acid, and some times you can upset your muscles when they are over worked, and the belly fills up, and in a couple days everything is fine. Meanwhile, Will’s belly is getting larger and looks like he is nine months pregnant within three days time. I told him not to listen to my know-it-all husband and get to the doctor. He could barely stand up, his back was in so much pain. (Ladies you can relate, imagine going from zero to nine months pregnant!) Well they ran tests, and the results came back two days later.