Bill was born on January 11, 1938, the son of Bill and Erdie Waddels Gibson. Both parents preceded him in
death. Bill is survived by four sisters, Eula Frazier of Dublin, Georgia, Irene Moore of McDowell, Kentucky,
Corene Turner of Vienna, Virginia, and Lorene Gibson of Steamboat Springs, Colorado, and a host of nieces and
Bill was a quiet shy boy content to live with his Mom and Dad. I first met Bill when I began dating his sister,
Irene. Bill was 25 years old when Irene and I got married. He never had a public job. I took Bill with me and
Irene to Richmond, Virginia and put him on a jack hammer breaking concrete. This was his first real job. Bill may
have been a little slow, but he was a very hard worker and as Elmer Caudill remarked yesterday, he was the
most honest person he ever knew.
After Bill worked in Richmond about six months, his Mom got sick and they wanted him to come home and be
with them. He, being the good humble boy, complied with their wishes, quit his job and came back home to live
with them. But, by now Bill was used to having his own money and couldn’t be satisfied just sitting at home. He
got a job pumping gas for Elmer Caudill.
Bill met and began dating a girl from Jack’s Creek; the only girl he ever dated. He bought a house and began
making plans to get married. Then, something happened to Bill. No one knew what caused him to have a mental
breakdown that changed his life. But, after spending some time in an institution in Lexington, he was able to
return to work at the junction. Later, Irene got him a job at the hospital where he was able to work for 27 years
with the help of the good Lord and a very understanding boss, Mr. Turner.
Bill loved baseball games. Often during his vacations, Corene and Nick would come and get him and take him
to Washington, D.C. and up to Baltimore to the ball games. He also enjoyed going to Delmas and Eula’s for
vacations. After he retired from the hospital, the only thing he had to look forward to was going down to his best
friend, Morris’ filling station and chatting with the boys. While Irene was in Lexington having valves replaced in
her heart, he got confused on how to take his blood pressure medicine. He took too many and almost died. He
never fully recovered from that. A little while later when Bill could no longer take care of himself he had to go live
in a nursing home. These past three years Bill made many friends at Riverview. What a change these years
made in mine and Irene’s life. It taught us how to love more and how to be more patient. When you think you
have problems and the world is crashing down on you, take a little time out and go to the nursing home for a little
visit. I believe it will make a difference in your life.
We would like to thank Leonard Dale for the many visits he made to see Bill, always bringing him a 20 oz.
Pepsi. We thank those wonderful nurses at Highlands that were so good to us those last few days of Bill’s life.
What a change this will make in mine and Irene’s life. We had become accustomed to going to see Bill 4 or 5
times a week.
Bill won’t need the help of his family anymore. Jesus will love and pamper him just like his sisters did. Bill will
be missed by his church brother, Sterling, who always sat beside Bill. He made the remark, “I am not going to
tell him good bye, just hold me a seat. We will sit together again in Heaven.”