My name is Christopher, I am the youngest of Billy's brothers, and my mother Peggy asked me to speak on behalf of our family to his readers and followers. Admittedly, we knew that Billy had a large following, but we didn't know it was to the scale that we learned about after he passed. The outreach of all of you has had an effect immeasurable by any standards. I cannot express to you exactly how it feels to have people to this day talk about Billy in my presence, not even knowing that I am his brother. I don't think he even realized his fame. He probably still wouldn't believe me if I had told him today.
Possibly his greatest achievement, is his son, Dax. Many of you knew about Dax, because frankly, that's all he cared about in his final years. He is now 13, and seemingly 8'4" (not really, but seriously, give him a few years.) He is no longer the young toddler Billy loved and cherished, he has grown into quite literally the spitting image of his old man. He types faster than all of you, combined, has a catalog of technical knowledge that would scare most adults, and more than anything, has the same sense of humor and wit that made Billy famous to begin with. He will never know how much he is like his father. I can't thank Billy enough for leaving us with a little piece of him. Aimee has done an excellent job respecting and preserving the legacy of Billy. She has since remarried to a man who was handpicked by Billy from above. This man, Dan has done a wonderful job of picking up where Billy left off. I can't express my gratitude for him and Aimee raising Dax in the way he deserved.
Billy has left an impact on his family that cannot be perceived. Every day we think about him, his words, his actions, and what he left to this world. Sean and I have both adorned ourselves with tattoos of the Harry McBlink image. I think we both have enjoy when people ask "What is that voodoo head guy?" and we're able to jar someone's ear off for 45 minutes while we brag about our oldest brother, and what he did, and what that meant to us. When my mother talks about him, she speaks as if she saw him yesterday, you see a sparkle in her eye, remembering her baby for what he did to this world. It's obvious we're all better off for knowing Billy for all those years. Every one of us, Thom, Sean, Peggy, Jim, even Dax, catches ourselves saying one-liners made famous by Billy. It's apparent the influence lives on.
More than anything, he lives on in you. His readers knew a side of him that none of us ever saw. Consider yourself lucky for knowing him in his element. He not only had a talent for what he did, he was made for it. I only read a few of his blahs, being that I was maybe 10-12 at the time, but I remember them fondly. Blessed are those that read his columns daily, because you weren't just getting your honey roasted gaming news, you were getting a dose of wisdom, from Billy, whether either of you knew it or not. Speaking on behalf of his family, we can't thank you, his readers and colleagues, enough for allowing him to live the dream, even for only a few short years. I can't think of anyone else who deserved it more.
Voodooextreme lives on in all of you.
Update: Peggy sent along a short clip of Dax jamming on a drumset.