William Francis Lineman, III Mr.
August 18, 1967 ~ March 3, 2015
Born in:
Brooklyn, NY
Resided in:
Dacula, Georgia
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Heather Mayfield
Copeland Group USA INC.
So sorry for your loss. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
Bill was absolutely the best baseball coach. Never was the passion for the game, or its young players, demonstrated more deeply than by the actions of Coach Bill as he managed his Yankees. We were touched by his compassion for his players and his ability to teach life lessons as well as baseball skills. We are deeply saddened at his loss. Oh, for one more inning with Coach Bill.
A message to my fellow employees at Fidelis, where Bill made a huge impact in two short years:
Most of you knew Bill, as he touched so much of our company and did so many remarkable things with our teams, especially in Michigan and Washington. He joined us the day after Christmas, 2012 and he hit the ground running. In just two short years Bill built a highly effective sales and customer service organization and achieved the highest sales figures in our company’s history. Bill was one of the most experienced and successful people in his field in the entire country, and he was well known and respected.
But that is not how we will remember him.
Bill was a character, and I mean that in the most flattering way. Bill was passionate, he believed deeply in what we do. He infused his team with his passion to do whatever it took to deliver on our promise of providing exceptional, personalized service to our patients. He had boundless energy. He was funny, driven, and very smart. He brought a singleminded focus on service. (OK, he could drive you nuts, but it was always worth it, because his drive always came from the right place!). He was one of those people who is constantly pushing the envelope, always coming up with new and creative approaches (and many times really good ones).
Losing Bill is not fair. Not to his wife, his kids, or his Fidelis family. But fairness is never part of this equation. We don’t get to choose our time but we all have one. That is why HOW we live and love is all that matters, and in that regard Bill is a winner, big time.
Bill will leave a giant empty space in our hearts and our company. We will do well to honor his memory by carrying on his passion for doing great work for people in need.
On behalf of all of your team, we love you Bill.
greg bellware
I’m deeply sorry for your loss. I hope the words found in the bible at Isaiah 25:8 brings comfort. God promises to “swallow up death forever”. No more will we have to suffer heartache for God says he will “wipe away the tears from all faces”. Such a joyous time it will be; reunited with our dead loved ones!
My dearest uncle Bill,
Before you were a father, before you were a husband, you were my uncle Bill. There are no words I can say that will make me feel whole again. This void can never be filled. I don’t know why you were taken so soon. It hurts to know I will never see you again, that I will never be able to pick up the phone and ask you for advice or go to you for help. I felt a little more secure knowing you were around, knowing you would always have my back. You were one of my first heroes! You were always striving for a better life and no matter what adversity came your way, you always managed to land on your feet. You were a go getter! You always wanted the best, not only for you but for all of your family, even up until your last days. I wish I could have seen you one more time, hear one more joke, get one more piece of advice. The only comfort I have is the memories we have built as a family. You will never leave me because you are a part of who I am. I love you always, and one day we will meet again.
Love your Niece,
Melanie
Bill was absolutely my best friend and confidant. He literally gave me the shirt off his back once. OK, he sold it to me because I liked it. We worked together for many years; and while traveing around the country, we’d find one tavern or another where we would share serious and highly personal life issues or side-splitting anecdotes.
We could laugh so heartily–near the point where we could barely breathe–and plead with one another to stop telling jokes before we actually toppled over onto the floor. I was the best man at his wedding and I’m the godfather to his son David. William Frances Lineman was like a brother to me and I’ll miss him.