Chico was my brother's best friend growing up in the 60's. They were always together. If Bill wasn't at Chico's, Chico was at our house. He was one of our family and we were all upset when his family moved to California. I'm glad Chico and I reconnected when he came back to Michigan. Apparently, he turned into quite the cook, because he would text me pictures of the delicious dishes he'd made and invite me for dinner. I only wish we could have seen more of each other and I'm sad that I didn't get to say goodbye. I can imagine Chico and Bill up in heaven right know laughing about all the crazy things they did as kids and I'm sure he gave my mom a big hug too. You were a brother and a friend, and I will miss you.