Today, Billy would have been 51. He was 8 years younger than I, and much smarter, kinder and gentler. We lost him at age 20 in a terrible accident that altered all of our lives forever. Invited to attend Harvard, he chose Boston University for sophomore year. At the time of the accident, he was thinking of many fresh options for the direction of his life, which had already taken him on three trips to Europe. I miss him every day, and talk to him every night. He was a great young man, and beloved.