TRIBUTE TO BILL
FOSTER


Bill...aka ...God,
What I am I going to do, be without you? Who is going to
tell me how to drive, or hang on for dear life as I make a turn? Who is
going to kiss me on the cheek or give me a love pat? Who is going to
tell me a joke when I am trying to be angry? Who is going tell me I look
beautiful and write me poems for a special occasion or just because. Oh
how I miss you. Yes we argued but how we loved each other. You are my guardian
angel. I love you,
Peggy

The Foster Family

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I miss my Dad so much. I have been trying to write something but he
was the writer so I will do my best. I had the pleasure and honor of
having Bill as my Father for 17 years. He was my friend as well
as a Dad. He was always there for me and my girls when ever we needed
no matter what is was. He guided me through tough times and yes we
even fought like parents and children do. He was a presence in my life
everyday. I would talk to him on the phone or see him, as they lived
down the street. I miss that so much I drive by and look to see if
both cars are there and then I realize he is not there.
This weekend as I was coming down Mt. Washington on the back Joe's
Harley I thought of him and how scared he would be. We laughed and
remembered him fondly. We took the trip for him as his health (or
fear) would not allow him to go up such elevations. I so badly wanted
to show him the pictures of the day. As I write this I know he was
with us as we stood in the clouds a top the mountain and the wind
blew, it was him laughing enjoying the day.. I know his spirit is
always with me. In closing I want to share this one line from a poem
my eldest daughter Lindsey wrote in 7th grade (12 years old).
"A single tear drips from my eye, it burns like
fire, but that would make sense since my tears are fueled by anger,
made sad in the grief process, its almost like wet fire falling down
my face"
I found this poem today and that line said it all for
me.
Rest in peace Dad I miss you and love you
Carmen
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Bill I miss you very much. I miss your stupid jokes that I never understood,
but they usually made smile. You were the best step-dad a girl could ask for.
You came into my life at a time when I needed a dad and from that point on you
have always been there for me, no matter what. Through the years I watched you
grow and change into the man we all came to love. You were a metamorphosis.
You were a great papa to my nieces and a great husband to my mother.
You touched many people’s lives and you helped so many people by sharing your
story of the abduction. There is a void in my life with out you. Whenever I drive the van
I get very emotional because all I can see is you driving it. You were driving it the day you,
mom and I spent together which turned out to be the day you died. I still can't believe you're gone.
I keep expecting you to be here or come back. It's a strange feeling with out you.
I love you Bill, my dad, and I pray you have found peace, love and light.
Thank you for coming into my life and giving me the gift of you.
Your daughter,
Julie

Hi DJ,
My daughter Emily wrote a letter she would like put on
the tribute.
Hi my name is Emily and I am Papa's youngest grand kid. I'm
9 1/2 and its really hard for me without my Papa. I'm gonna miss his hugs,
laugh, jokes and smile. I have one of his shirts and it smells just like him.
I really really really really miss him.
I miss you Papa
Emily :(

hi I'm Lindsey bills granddaughter i wrote this poem for
him and i would like just the poem up on the website with the lines the way
i have them typed thanks
To My Papa
Grandfather,
Friend,
Mentor,
Critic.
One word so many meanings,
Papa.
To describe you would take pages,
I have mere lines
Even tempered
Intellectual
Artistic
Loving
Funny
Original
Papa
To say I love you,
simply doesn't cut it.
I feel for you,
I care for you,
I envy you,
I'm intrigued by you,
Papa
These words I write upon this page can be for no
one but you..
For only one is my Papa,
Though these words should be past tense,
as you are gone.
I keep them present,
because you are.
You are the stories in my mind
The ink in my pen
Papa.
Lindsey Larson

My name is Lisa Bill's eldest
stepdaughter. He was great Dad and friend. What I miss the most is talking and
laughing a lot. He was great with the grandchildren and loved my mother very
much. I want to thank him for coming into our life and making it special.
Love
Lisa



Friends Remember
Bill
My name is Matthew Dorman. I would like to contribute to the project you
are working on for Bill Foster if I may...
What comes to mind when thinking about Bill, it isn't a matter of
starting out, "What can I say about him?" It's more like,
"Where should I begin?" Bill had a very strong presence about
him; you knew when he was there as he was prepared with whatever the situation
called for, a story or a joke.
I first met Bill about seven years ago at a job interview at the Inn where I
was working. When I asked Bill why he wanted to come to work with us at
the front desk, he told me he had been in for dinner one evening and saw a
group of us laughing at the desk; he wanted to be a part of it--in on the
fun. That was Bill!
I looked forward to those evenings we worked together. He
always came prepared with a new line of jokes he'd share as we ate our dinner
at the desk; if the special that night wasn't something to our liking, chicken
tenders from the pub were the stand-by choice for us, both. Of
course, we had quite a few laughs over the many occurrences experienced at
the Inn, as well! I'll never forget the time I was scrambling to
fix a guest's in-room phone while she stood over me intoxicated and barely
covering herself in a bath-towel!! Bill had a good laugh over that
one. Though, for me it certainly wasn't funny at the time; I was
just waiting for her husband to show himself.
When I "retired" in the fall of 2004, Bill and I kept in touch.
I'd moved from New England to North Carolina, but we took turns visiting back
and forth; we became family. Whenever we got together, we'd reminisce
on our days at the Inn over-and-over, often leaving us teary-eyed with a
difficult time breathing through all of the laughter.
Of course, the stories didn't stop with the Inn. I recall a time
Bill was visiting me when we went for breakfast at a local diner.
Bill placed his order with the waitress, then she asked him something.
Her accent was so thick, Bill couldn't understand a word she was saying.
The look on his face was priceless as he glanced from her over to me!!
She knew he wasn't getting it and proceeded to use her hands to motion it
out as she said it again, but much more slowly..."Do you
want butter on your toast?"
Bill was a lot of fun to be around. He was always ready with a
joke; whether it was good or bad didn't matter, he could always make you
laugh!
Take care, Bill...Rest In Peace...Matt

It is with great sadness that I
write about Bill. We all want to celebrate his life and the fact that we
had the chance to know him. There is still an emptiness just knowing he is far
from us and there will be no more emails with good jokes and internet warnings
coming my way.
I first met Bill at the Inn in
York Maine where he worked with my son Matt. He told me how wonderful my son
was and how proud we must be of him. Needless to say, Bill was OK in my book.
Over the years.....I learned more and more about his family through my son
Matt. Since we moved to North Carolina Bill & Peg have been like family.
Bill was the greatest story
teller and my guess is, he had many more to tell. How wonderful that his
family has all those memories to reminisce. He was full of life and had so
many interests. He made so many people happy....his family......music lovers
.....pets everywhere ..... He was our favorite Sci Fi gentleman and
to Matt, a best friend. He touched so many lives. We will miss him
always.
When I remember Bill I will
remember a big smile and a wink of his eye. He now knows all the secrets of
the universe and knows we will all be reunited someday.
I would like to send Love &
Light of all the stars in the sky to his family.
Bonnie Dorman & Family

Hi,
I was just getting to know Bill when he started attending the York County
branch of the International Association for Near Death Studies which meets at
my home. I sincerely regret having not met him sooner. All of us at our local
IANDS group were shocked and saddened at his untimely passing. Bill is one of
the few who went out of his way to let others know about his abduction
experience via his writings and website. He did this to be supportive to other
abductees and to educate the general public about the abduction phenomenon. He
had so much more to offer in the future but the powers that be felt it was his
time to go. I am sure that his exposure to the NDE phenomenon was a help
during his passing. My heart went out and still goes out in prayer for his
family and loved ones that they have the assurance (based on the experiences
of millions of people who have had NDEs) that they will be with him once again
in the future.
Best,
Ray Fowler
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