What would be the one question I would ask Bill?

My husband is from a famous, football family, The Majors of Tennessee. The heritage runs deep within it's veins. My husband's father was Bill, the young Tennessee coach who was tragedly killed by a train while riding with fellow coaches to the office at UT. The accident occurred right down the street from my husband's home, as Bill was the last coach to be picked up. Since the untimely death of these three men, there has always been speculation as to why they did not see the train coming. It was a known dangerous intersection across the railroad tracks. There were no lights or protective gates marking it. This question of why has caused great distress in the family. Sports writers offered the possibility of conversation being so intent about the previous game against Alabama, that they did not see the train coming. Members of the family are outraged at this suggestion. It is insulting to them for someone to speculate at what happened. When I think of Bill, I always wonder what his voice sounded like. Was it as deep as my husband's? What did his laugh sound like? What kind of personality did he have? What kind of father was he? What kind of man was he? What did he stand for? What did he stand against? What would he think about our children? What would he say to my husband who has burdened himself with this tragedy? At such a young age with so many wonderful opportunities ahead, death came in the passing of a train across the tracks. Three young men, fathers, friends, buddies, fellow coaches, riding together to work were killed. Everything was changed in an instant. Boys left without their daddies. Wives no longer keeping the supper warm for the late nights watching films and going over plays preparing for the next game. What would I ask Bill? I would just like to have heard his voice, his laugh, and known him, really known him.