Thousands of Bills fans pack the field house for Ralph Wilson Memorial

[DetDannyWilliams]

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[Mace]

It still feels peculiar to me, like I lost a family member I always expected to be there. People came out in a great remembrance for Ralph. Not sure if it's because I just didn't notice, but I think we gave him a bigger fuss than the others ever did when they lost theirs. Seems very us.

Looking at the pics at Rumblings, I remembered my Mom fading in hospice again. I'd never been real fond of Wilson, though I'd come to respect him. I smoked a lot, a lot of nothing was going on between moments. You could walk outside to smoke, but they'd have to buzz you back in when you were done. There were a lot of people in hospice, not a lot of people remained with theirs overnight. Coming in after they buzzed you, you went through an atrium with the plaque, donated by Ralph and Mary Wilson. I always stopped a moment to look at it, just to acknowledge it. My Mom had loved 'em. Most often, they'd send a nurse to walk back with you, they'd meet me looking at that plaque. The nurse would always ask if you were ok, I can't imagine how those people manage any peace in their lives, and I'd always say "no." and smile. They'd walk back through the wing comfortably with you, it was a peaceful place for what it was. Looking at that plaque reminded me of the happy's, even from losing teams. We had fun being aggravated by ours. Next year we'd surely rise again, or have fun being aggravated by ours again.

I remained with mine until she left. He remained with his until he left. We remained with him in some sense even after he did.

I'm very proud of Buffalo. I think they are going to stay with us. And I'll be prouder still and love it more while they keep aggravating me.

[feldspar]

If you talk this way in real life, I'd like to meet you, Mace.

Always some good stuff in the way you put things, especially when they make sense.