We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names, and all are different colors...but they all exist very nicely in the same box.

Bill Bell, and his powerhouse of a life partner, Lee Phillip Bell, created that box of colorful characters. We all existed in his brilliant mind...as those people. He would see us in the hallway and he would unconsciously refer to us by our character name. We all got used to it. Because we knew that's how he saw us. That's how he lived with us every day. Sitting at his antiquated IBM Selectric typewriter, we were characters of his constant imagination. Woven into a web of daily human drama. Bill is the best there is. We miss him. We love him. We're glad he added such color to our lives.

Remember: Don't cry because his life is over. Smile because it happened.