Bill "Billthee"Meier
San Francisco/New York, d.
1.February.2015, complications from ulcer.
“The day I can no longer ride a bike better be the day I’m fucking
dead.” - Bill Meier
Longtime New York city and San Francisco bike messenger Bill
"Billthee Meier" passed away on February 1, 2015. Bill worked for
over 30 years on the road and will be greatly missed by the
community.
From the Let's Remember Bill Meier page on Facebook:
"As you all know our dear friend Bill has been fighting for his life
for the last 3 weeks in intensive care. This morning at 9am, he
ended his fight and passed very peacefully. The outpouring of
support and droves of visitors he received made a difference for
Bill. It ensured he got the best care he possibly could have, and
nurses assured us that visitors made a difference. He was never
alone, and passed knowing that he meant so much to so many people."
No Weather Productions made this touching
video about Bill as they followed him around New York
DELIVERY
Delivery from NO WEATHER on Vimeo.
RIP BILL.. my brother juz went to see u you will definitely be
missed salute to the coolest dude you ever want to meet... Rest in
peace." - Brickz Gambino
"Over the past 10 years or so, so many of my conversations with Bill
included his sharing grief over lost friends of ours. He seemed more
sad than most about it. I dont think he had a clue of how mnay would
be saddened by the loss of him." - Allison D'Aleo
Forever in our hearts <3 What is dying? by Charles Henry Brent I
am standing on the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white
sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an
object of beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until at
length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and
sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side
says: 'There! She's gone.' Gone where? Gone from my sight that is
all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when
she left my side, and just as able to bear her load of living
freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in me,
not in her; and just at the moment when someone at my side says:
'There! She's gone,' there are others watching her coming, and
voices ready to take up the glad shout 'There she comes!' And that
is dying." - Dani Eaton
