2010-06-26 / Obituaries

WILLIAM B. “BILL” MYERS

William B. “Bill” Myers was born on July 26, 1966, in Kilgore, to the late Dale Robert Myers, and Brenda Myers McAlister. Bill was a graduate Kilgore High School and attended Texas State Technical Institute. Mr. Myers worked, and was an accomplished photographer. Bill was a Christian. Cremation arrangements are under the direction of Rader Funeral Home of Kilgore.


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I met Bill in the Cyber World

I met Bill in the Cyber World in 1998 when I joined an Online Fan Club list for the 1972 Motion Picture "The Poseidon Adventure." He was one of the earliest members. He later went on to create his own forum in the way of a "club," which was exclusive to three of us "Poseidon" fans - later a fourth (who had never seen the film!) joined us, and we have all been friends since. I would not have the joy of knowing these people had it not been for Bill, and our near-daily communication via email posts on his list. None of us ever met Bill, though one or two of us met in person in other cities, and though all of us wish we had gotten to meet him in person, we consider ourselves most blessed that we knew him at all, if even in the "virtual sense." He humoured us often in our mutually liberal (but not always!) takes on anything and everything, from movies to television to topical news events, to each of our individual idiosyncratic "obsessions." Among us, over the years, they ranged from crushes on Broadway stars, endless trials in hair color experimentation, or to one member's fascination with the cuter side of Lee Harvey Oswald, and Bill heard it all, commented on it all, and tossed in a healthy dose of his own opinions, obsessions, Ebay finds, cat stories, his hoarding of vintage dishware, tales about relatives & friends past and present (this COULD mean YOU!) and many other things that we will always cherish in past conversation. Just as close friends know one another's quirks and fancies and likes and dislikes, so too did we, the fact it was all in an online relationship made little difference. We were all blessed to know Bill, who earned the nickname "Bill Who Bakes 40 Pies A Day" a ways back, when he blew our minds years ago, telling us how he had baked some outrageous amount of pies for a charity or a homeless shelter of some sort. We never let him forget it! We called him that often... We will all continue to maintain contact with one another (again, because of Bill) and Bill will NOT be forgotten, for many of our everyday experiences we observed, we took to the list, and hence to Bill, and we will no doubt still see these things and imagine what his take on them would be. In fact, that sense is heightened now for each of us, as we are especially sensitive to things HE would have found amusing, revolting (our peculiar food notions, for sure), or intriguing. He enlightened us in many ways too, not only in sharing his thoughts, but information. He taught us new appreciations for aesthetics, politics, the human condition via his own experiences, and yes, about pies... I delight in knowing he will still shake his head and chortle at us as we continue on in our never-ending musings, but his say-so and commentary on such musings will be greatly missed, as will he. My sympathies to all of you, and my thanks for sharing him with us. Most sincerely, Paul S. Wilson

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