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Message Board Posts
Message Board Posts Two
The Eulogy
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| Billy's Eulogy |
| Parts of Billy's Eulogy was given by his best friend 19 year old Lisa Roxia. Lisa is an accomplished gymnast and now attends a University in the United States. In this excerpt, Lisa tells Billy's life story, battle with cancer and best friendship. |
During this eulogy which was written for laughter and tears, Lisa broke down and sobbed many times. This took Lisa over 15 minutes to say and it was followed by a video tape tribute to Billy. Having a male as your best friend while growing up and being a female is a really great experience. Billy could always ask me questions about the opposite sex and vice-versa. When he went out on his first date 6 years ago I remember him asking me certain questions about the female anatomy that I will not talk about here. He kind of knew the basics but didn't know about many surprises. When I went out on my first real date 4 years ago, I remember hearing a crunching of popcorn at the movie I went to with my date and I turned around and there was Billy sitting three rows behind us in disguise, protecting his best friend Lisa. He always looked out for me... and me for him. When he was getting pain for the first time at age 13 he said to me "It just must be that I am growing up don't worry, maybe too much hockey." Then the phone call that changed our lives on 5-13-96. I remember coming home that day from school and not seeing Billy for two days and seeing my parents with tears in their eyes. I asked "What's Wrong." They said "Nothing is wrong and by the way Billy said he wants you to call him." I rushed and phoned Billy who told me "Don't worry Lisa....I have a tumour and some cancer and they will fix it." I can never put into words about how I felt at that moment. Fifteen year olds don't get cancer, I thought. It was my turn to help out Billy this time. Two months earlier, Billy helped me out big time when I went through a breast reduction surgery to fix a problem with my back. This time I was there for Billy. This one was serious. Billy did well the first three years with cancer he attended school,had dates and even a job. He became a computer geek and loved video games and the creation of his " Favourite Canadian Starlets" Message Board on the Internet. In December of 1998, Billy got very sick for the first time but that went into remission. He then knew that he had to take chemotherapy every thursday and be sick on friday. He called it his "Chemo hangover." He told me one day during his chemo therapy treatments that he knows that he will never see 50 of his own birthday parties. That day, Crystal and I thought of a way to celebrate Billy getting over his chemo hangover day every week. We invented "Super Saturday". Every saturday we would buy Billy a birthday cake and have a party that represented him making it through his chemotherapy session. Through it all, I got had relationships with guys but Billy was always my number one and still is. University came my way and I attended but always had phone chats with Billy at least three times a week. Last year Billy got very thin and sick and was told the news about the tumours growing in his body. He went to hospital for a long stay and was told the devastating news that he may only have five more years to live. Billy didn't miss a beat and decided to see the world earlier this year by visiting Europe for two months. He was never worried he was going to die but worried more about me thinking of him, my gynecological surgery and the robbing and murdering by some punks for twenty five dollars to my GrandFather. In early October of this year Billy became quite ill. He needed morphine injections directly to his liver. He became immobile and barely was never awake. When I did visit or call he would say his favorite line...."Hey, Wiseass, what's new?" He had around the clock nurses helping him. I remember one day Billy telling this nice young nurse that "Oh I'm so sick, get me water." The nurse rushed out of the room and I said "Billy are you ok?" He grinned and said "Yeah Lisa-leeeze, I'm faking so maybe this babe will feel sorry and take her top off for me." That was Billy. Always clowning around and worrying about his little Lisa. In our last phone chat just four days ago he bet me one-hundred dollars that he would be here this Christmas Day singing Christmas songs to me. He told me he loved me and if he didn't meet this five year old short skimpy girl at his age of five, he would have never lived his live to the fullest. He said "Lisa, I'm going home. No more pain, no more hospitals, no more crying. I'll be free to move around at free will. I'll be looking down at you and your life as you become what you want to be in life and you marry and grow old. And when heaven calls for you, I'll be one of the first to greet you because Lisa you are my everything." As I hung up the phone, I said to Billy "Have I told you lately that I love you." That was his favourite Van Morrison song. At 1:15am yesterday morning I was awakend by a phone call from Crystal saying that "Billy has made it home." He has left me a letter to read for after his death and I have yet to open it. So, my Best friend Billy. Thanks for always cheering me on when I fell. Thanks for always protecting me. Thanks for our first real kiss. Thanks for the comfort you gave me. Thanks for leading the way when I was lost. Thanks for NEVER letting me down like I have you so many times. And to to Mr. and Mrs. Cadillo, thanks for giving me Billy. He meant more to me than anything in my life. I thank God for receiving Billy in to glory. He's looking down right now and saying..."HEY Lisa-Leeeeze, you asswipe stop the crying. I finally made it. I'm home." Billy, you have no more pain, no more suffering, no more hospitals,you are home. Save me a place in heaven as I save a big spot in my heart the rest of my life for you. |
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