
I can't believe it has been 23 years ago today that I heard the news... I had gone with Thayne who had to drive out to do an inspection and as we turned onto our road I saw my mom and little brothers walking towards our house. Willie had been found at his house not breathing... they worked on his a long time but couldn't revive him. My uncle Willie gone... one of my best friends. How could he be gone. He was only 20. He wasn't supposed to die. He was only 17 months older than me and I had more memories in my life with him than without. He was like my brother. My first words were about Willie. He had been so excited that I was pregnant... he couldn't wait to meet my baby... and I couldn't wait for my baby to know uncle Willie. And now he was gone. He just fell asleep and didn't wake up. That didn't happen to young people, that only happened to old people. It hurt so badly. I remember that first night, waking up, and thinking I had the most horrible dream.... only to realize it was not a dream after all. Twice I woke up and heard the words of a song.... "somewhere, out there beneath a pale moonlight..." and I wondered where he was, what he was doing, and did he know that our lives had forever been altered, never to be the same again. He always made me laugh, always made me happy. I remembered the time my friend and I were running track and we were beat... Willie was there.... and he laughingly told us that he was the "eye in the sky" and to keep going, we could do it. And I knew that this time, he really was the eye in the sky and that he would forever be watching over me... but it would have been so much better to have him here, not on the other side. It didn't seem fair. Our house was right across the street from the mortuary and I hated thinking of him there, alone.... I remember the day my mom asked me to come over and help comb his hair, that she couldn't get it right... the thought freaked me out... but I loved Willie, and one thing about Willie... he cared about what he wore, and how his hair was combed, so I walked over and combed his hair for him! I always felt like I would have a baby named after him, but each time I got pregnant and knew it was a boy, I just knew it wasn't my Willie yet. Then my grandma got sick, and we knew she was dying. I got to talk to her not long before she died.... she said she had seen Willie, that he was there, waiting for her. I told her to tell him to hurry and send my Willie to me... she laughed and said she would tell him. 2 weeks later she died, and on the day she died I found out I was pregnant. I knew... I knew without a doubt that my Willie was on his way. And oh how that little boy reminded me of Willie Joe. Sometimes it felt like uncle Willie was whispering in his ear telling him that his mom would laugh if he covered himself in Vaseline.... or it will be funny to dump 5 lbs of sugar on the floor with red kool aid, or to smear the peanut butter all over his body. That was just Willie Joe... he laughed hard, he played hard, he found great joy in playing jokes on people.... he lived a lot in his 20 years. There have been times when I have felt him with me, watching over us, helping us... I remember the dream I had of him when I was pregnant with Kailee... it was so real that when I woke up I could still feel him in the room, still smell his cologne.... I told him how much I missed him, how much I wished that he knew my kids. He smiled his smile and told me not to worry, that he knew my kids, he knew ALL of my kids! I found great peace in that... we have our own guardian angel and when we really need him he is still there. Everytime I hear the song Who You'd Be Today by Kenny Chesney I stop and catch my breath and think about who he would have been... would he have seen the world, chased his dreams, settle down with a family, what would he have named his kids... it wasn't fair that he died too young.... but he lives now, through us. I share the stories with my kids. They love uncle Willie even though he is gone.... and I am grateful for the memories I have of him.
William Joseph Corbett
September 17th, 1966 - December 29th, 1986
His poem they shared at his funeral:
At night I lay and wonder, just who I really am
and things that's happened to me, and how much that I can stand;
I know that I am special and my heart is full of love.
I wish I knew just what to do. I'm God's gift from above!
There's times I feel unworthy and times of dark despair.
At night I lay and wonder and I'm proud because I care.
Sometimes I might not show it and sometimes I drift away
but in my heart I know the path, "Your Footsteps" that's my way!