Several years ago, when Babe lay gravely ill in a hospital bed, Bill drove himself over every day to sit by his buddy’s side. “You owe me parking money!” he joked when Babe was back to himself. A few years later, Babe did the same for Bill, taking a bus into town every day. When Babe passed away in December, Bill was there to say goodbye.
“When I found my dad’s wallet after he died,” Trisha said, “there were two pictures. Now you’d think in an older man’s wallet, especially from that generation, there’d be pictures of kids, grandkids, wife, right? No — a picture of my dad and me, and a picture of Uncle Bill. And I thought ‘Well, of course.”
- Wild Bill Guarnere and Babe Heffron: A Remembrance by Robin Post