Hello. My name is Jason Sardi and I happened to fall in love with a man by the name of William J Archambault Jr. He was and IS family to me. He has passed.
I’m not even sure how to put this? When the inevitable comes, I find little in words, tributes in any fashion, that can even closely convey the importance of that person that passed to the rest of us who still happen to be here.
That written, I love you Uncle Bill and here it goes:
Hearts bleed and eyes cry, yet I am still trying to find a reason why … I’m trying to write a poem that rhymes about you. Shoot, you deserve much better.
No poems, no rhymes, just heart and soul. I’ll ROAST you next year when a bit of time has passed.
Extraordinary isn’t a term I would throw around loosely. But that guy, Bill, was pretty extraordinary to me. I often thought that if I’m lucky and viable enough to live to his age, that I wouldn’t mind being him and living that type of life. He loved his wife, Brenda, so very much. Any time we talked, he would brag about her incessantly. That and being in the Real Estate Industry since 1969. He pulled that card on me several times;) But he also pulled a different card, more rare in its inception … that he actually cared about the Industry as a whole and the people (all of them) that made and allowed it to happen.
In retrospect/hindsight/wiping the tears off my cheeks right now, he cared. CARED. Simple thing, really. But simple is nice. He did and lived the one thing that to me is the essential ingredient to the whole gig … his heart and very soul were in it. I never got a chance to hug him. Talk is cheap. A hug can be pretty substantial.
Bill, not sure if you can read me or tell what I’m thinking at this point … but you as a man were and are a pretty damn good inspiration. I thank somebody’s God each day that I came across you. And I can’t wait for the moment when I’m no longer crying because you aren’t here and instead, roasting your sweet little selfJ
Love you, dude. In the most manly sort of wayJ
Jason Michael Sardi