William "Billy" LeCieleci, 5/25/56 ~ 6/21/10 ~ The Love of my Life....
by Patricia
Life threw hard-balls at him, but, he made sure when he divorced his kids would have a life without issues. He gave up his rights in more ways than one even though the courts didn't require it ~ he said I'll be the bad guy, there with there mother and they shouldn't have issues with school or friends. I came into his life later and we agreed he as a father you have rights. So he took it to heart and began the quest to include his kids and me into his life. Billy has always been the one to always do the right thing. It didn't matter what his price was, it was his point to take care of others. So we worked and we had life and kids. He loved his kids so much, his precious daughter and warrior son as he would always tell me. He would travel 70 miles one way and take time from work if his son had a baseball game. He took a trip to San Francisco with his daughter because she wanted to be a photographer so it was off to a school and check it out. He was a devoted father and would give his last to make sure his kids were never deprived of anything ~ it didn't matter the cost to him. His only thought was what can I do for them to have a better life. He had no responsibility for my son but yet always worked to make him feel his worth. If school was an issue with my son Billy was right there with his teachers and asking why they were not doing more. My son did not want for anything even thought Billy was not his father. But he always reminded my son, Jerry, your father is your father, you respect him ~ he would always tell his son the same regarding his stepfather. He took responsibility for his divorce. He felt his children Rebecka and Jerad were at a disadvantage in life. And as they journeyed through life he could see them thinking they had to make this journey all alone. He fell into the trap like most divorced dads go through. He threw money at the problem ~ He became an ATM, not someone they wanted to talk to about life or laugh with ~ He felt he could not help them. He would say how can I help them when I could not help myself. ""My children my responsibility""...He felt he failed to provide them with the tools they needed to deal with life's up and downs. But he was wrong, his daughter Becky has become a survivor and is on a path with the Lord, 900 days plus clean and sober. His son Jerad is fighting to find his way but his faith in his son kept him going. He always prayed he would find the Lords path so the pain could be lifted from his soul. He had so hoped to be on the inside of their lives....instead on the outside looking in.... His love and devotion to his kids will always leave a lasting impression, his heart so loving. Though we were only together 10 years he always made sure I needed for nothing. Again, giving... It was the fabric of his life. Truly those of a dying era of gentlemen. He left a lasting impression on those he touched that will never be forgotten... Clark Gable, Errol Flynn and Grouch Marks he was and more. He will be missed dearly... but never forgotten... Love P
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