Bill was a humble, hard-working man who cherished being with his family. His greatest joys were simple: Being a great friend, husband, father, grandfather and great-grandfather. He was born in 1940 in Manhattan and raised on Review place in the Bronx near Van Cortlandt Park. He was always quick to tell us that Vanny was larger than Central Park. Always proud of his Bronx roots and liked to know who else hailed from there (Dion and the Belmonts. Regis Philbin were a few of his favorites). Last Christmas, Keri gave him a book about the history of the Bronx to expand his knowledge. He was always interested in learning something new. It was in the Bronx that he met the love of his life, Gracie Lawlor. She was from the ole neighborhood. The 238th street crew. They were married in 1960 and recently celebrated their 55th wedding anniversary. They had 5 kids: Lori, Jo-Ann (Craig Benson), Kim, Bill (Patty) and Keri (Tejash Patel). 7 grandkids: Zacchary Woodin, Tim Benson, Jesse (Kristin) Benson. Janie, Kate and Billy Supper. Clare Patel. 1 great-grandchild: Parker Benson. 1969 was a historic year: Man on the Moon and Woodstock. His Miracle Mets won the World Series and The Suppers moved to Clarkson Road in Lake Carmel. Thus began 30+ years of a long commute back to the Bronx. First at Ford. Then driving a bus for the city, usually at night. He took great pride in ensuring the hard working people of the Bronx were able to get to work at all hours of the night. Never missing a day. He was like the Cal Ripken of NYC transit. He loved sports. Cheering on his beloved Mets and Rangers. Scrimping and saving and cutting off milk tops to make sure his kids were able to get to a game out at Shea (He refused to call it Citi field). Even more important was cheering on the grandkids in their sporting events from the soccer fields of Dover to Garden City. He also loved adventure/travel. He's camped in most parks from here to Portland, Oregon and back. Driving cross country with his Grandsons was a life-long goal and the first thing he wanted to after retiring. His favorite book, which summed up his cross-country adventures, was Travels with Charley by John Steinbeck. His absolute favorite thing to do was vacationing with his family. When Patty polled the family about their favorite memory about grandpa, summer vacations were always at the top. Some all-time favorites were: Jersey Shore, Lake George, Strawberry Park to name a few. No evening was complete until Grandpa got everyone Ice cream on the boardwalk. He loved music. 50s music was always on in the house. He enjoyed seeing it live at summer fares/festivals and in concerts like Celine Dion in Vegas. His final concert was Bette Midler over the winter at Foxwoods. One of his last breaths at Hospice included humming along with a traveling choral group. They sang the old Elvis standard, "Love me Tender" and the Louis Armstrong classic "What a Wonderful World". May he rest in peace.