In Memory Of Bill Dose
I'm very sad to report that Bill
Dose (“William S. Dose”) went to heaven today. Bill, of William Dose &
Associates, was a dear friend, as well as my publicist. He fell asleep on the
highway and crashed last night. Bill produced an award winning feature film
called The
Graffiti Artist. He was a colleague, co-worker, artist, business
partner, creative partner, faithful son, and dear friend. He will be sadly and
sorely missed. Life is random and short. Savor each day (and keep your will in
order). Bill didn't even need keys to my apt., he came
and went as he pleased. He knew my doormen better than I do. My house is
scattered with tiny notes from Bill - scribbled out on random pieces of paper.
His handwriting is everywhere. And his oddly shaped coffee cups pepper the
cabinets. Bill is still here(?) Last night he curled
up on the couch to my right and fell asleep watching Rescue Dawn. The note said
he'd be back today. I am anger. My house is so empty - so sickly, gravely
empty. Perhaps Bill didn't believe in death, but death believed in him. I
believed in him too. A stack of VHS tapes, still in a
shopping bag, waiting for him to unload and enjoy. The house is filled
with Bill. I'm going to fucking vomit.
Tina said...
I, along with a group
of co-workers/friends from Filippo's Ristorante, will miss Bill Dose greatly. He was a wonderful
sweet man and will forever be in our hearts. I wish him peace.
Carl said...
wow, it's crazy what happens to good people. I just met him
last week when i stayed at Spencers house on a short visit to the
DJRainDog said...
'Tis the season to lose our loved-ones, apparently. I read your original version of this post and meant to
express my condolences. Before I got around to it, Death showed up in a
text-message on my cell-phone. I hate that fucker...most of the time. *sigh*
I'm sorry...
Aethlos said...
so superweird. omg, carl,
how strange that you were just here and he took you to the airport. you knew how
things were - he basically lived in the den... and sometimes slept in the
library... he was here more than i was sometimes...
so strange... i have to clean out his closet...
ugh... why is everyone dying right now? jeez... i can't take any more corpses this year...
Carl said...
Sometimes crazy shit
happens... It is very strange i will admit that. He
said something to me that actually helped me figure out what i wanted to do with my future. It was funny at the time but
really made me think. He was full of theories, definitely seemed like an
interesting guy. It's very sad that he couldn't stick around... Death is never
an easy subject. Just keep living your life and you and the doc make the most
out of a bad situation. Don't let it get you too down, that only makes people
sicker.
xoxo
CD
Tina said...
On behalf or another
friend:
Deer Beeel,
We always found comfort in words so I figure I better write one tonight...I
will miss you my fond friend. I will miss you forever.
the kindness that you showed me I will keep.
You changed my world.
And all the stuff we left behind and the fun we had just making sens out of nonsense.
Or was it the other way around?
Your gentle spirit will always be a part of my life.
The "Art Guy" is what a friend called you today and that describes
you very well.
From rosemary and chicken and dogs and cows and every living
thing...
I will miss you half a beatnik and full-time caregiver.
And now you're back with Alpha and her book in hand.
Go teach God some big words.
and all the boys those crazy boys all those beautiful
boys.
The ladies too.
And the movies, the ones we never saw because it happened in just one frame.
One instant late at night trying to trick sleep.
This time
My dear friend.
Don't worry Bill,
I am pretty sure the tree will be all right.
I will miss you and thin of you often.
And now your brilliant star is part of the night sky
Forever.
Love, Pheeel
Todd said...
I'm so sorry. This
really hurts.
Sandra Shea Bogan
said...
Oh Billy,
we cannot speak in past tense yet. it is & will be
too soon. this hurts all of us who love you so
deeply--"like a corkscrew to the heart--ever since we've been apart
"You, my dear brother Billy, my childhood friend, confidant, mutual
gossip, compassionate, witty Billy. Please make this all a sick joke, come back
to us and say "just kidding--april fool's
early."
How can there be Christmas or a happy new year or any day without Billy's wit,
kindness, generousity and ability to cut to the
chase---right to the ehart of the matter. Two years
ago, on a hot July day, you looked me in the eye and said, Sandra, you're
freaking out because you're not doing what YOU want to do with your life. " You changed it all for me that day. Now I do it.
We laughed until we cried---laying head to toe in the hammock last August-- gossipping on every topic from the eternal tackinness of Oprah & her sycophants to Sherlock Holmes
stories, Hiroshige paintings, your mom Elaine &
Norton--your dad, Ani Afshar's
kilm rugs and the Complete works of Shakespeare.
Laughed until we cried, my witty, sweet, smart brother
& dear friend, Billy. Uncle Bill to my daughter Amanda.
Bro Bill to Karen Pam, Diane and Sandra Bogan.
well loved by my parents Peggy & Ralph. oh no...Mr. Bill.
You said that you grew up in our living room. Once you ate the leftover
Thanksgiving turkey and when mom said "What happened to our turkey?"
I reponded " I think it's on the Amtrak
Southwest Super Chief to
Where are you? Dammit.. Why
didn't you stay home on the awful nught, or stay
downtown or watch a movie at Freddie &
Oh Billy come back, the world needs you. Wagner Farm. paws chicago, your friends and
family.
Friends are the family we choose. You are my dear family,
as you eneded every
conversation or card to me "much love"
much love always, xoxoxo sandra
Frederick & Dee said...
Thank you all for
sharing the loving light from your inermost thoughts.
We have learned how you enriched Bill's life, we have
seen your private intimate thoughts about our dear dear
brother/brother-in-law. And, we have been enriched not just by Bill, but also
by each of you. We are grateful--so very grateful--for each of you, and for all
his friends.
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Official
Chicago Tribune Obituary
William S. Dose, 53, of
Mr. Dose was born
His brother said that he was a gentle-man and
generous; he loved people as much as he loved helping them. He helped his
parents through their last difficult years with intensity and loving
conviction, he said. In lieu of a large family, he enjoyed a large family of
friends, some recent, some for half his life, others longer: They became his
family. Ani Afshar, Eileen Blackwell, Dr. William G. Cole,
Filippo and Annette
del Prete, Leslie
Hindman, Spencer
Lord, and Sandra Shea-Bogan were
among those dearest to him, Frederick Dose said, adding he will be sorely
missed.
Also surviving him is his sister-in-law, Dee , of
Services will be private. Memorial donations may
be made to pawschicago.org or Wagner Farm Rescue,
3 Comments:
Jess said...
I'm so sorry for your
loss. I hope the passage of time will let the pain fade, so you can cherish the
good memories. *hug*
Spence,
I miss your smiling face! Maybe sometime soon I can cook you some eggs
benedict. I will allow you to scoff at my attempt, since you are the king of
the benedict. Either way, we can watch trash tv and talk about how much we miss summer (At least I
do). Most of all though, I miss you.
Thinkin of you!
~Beth