Birth date: Dec 13, 1966 Death date: Apr 29, 2026
William “Bill” Green, 59, of Columbia, Missouri, passed away peacefully at his home on Wednesday, April 29, 2026. A memorial visitation will be held from 3:00 PM to 6:00 PM on Sunday, May 3, 2026, at H.T. May and Son Funeral Home Read Obituary
Mr. Green was always a second father for me in my eyes. He was always the no nonsense and common sense type of man that a young man growing up needed around. You could start any type of conversation with him and before you know it there had been an hour passed. He’d always have conversations with me about his experience growing up and his numerous stories that kept me laughing and learning. I could find him sitting on the porch just taking it all in and just sit there with him before making it known I had arrived and talk about the things pulling on me or anything putting me into a fluster and that man would tell it to me straight, offer his input and give a few trademark Mr. Green jokes about it all but I always walked away from a conversation with him feeling better about everything regardless. He never tried to be anything special, never bragged or put you down but he turned out to be one of the most special mentors I had the privilege of being friends with as well as helped me through some of my toughest moments, and for that Mr. Green I will always remember you and miss our great memories we made. Love you sir
It was summer probably 2014, the summer was winding down and the days were getting shorter. Dad was going to winterize the wave runners. I convinced him that we should go out one last time and ride them before he did, just to get our “moneys worth” on the year. Pops needing very little convincing to get the wave runners on the water anyways. So, off we went in the mid-morning. We gassed them up at that old gas station on route k and put them in on perche.
We rode from sand bar to sand bar all day. Dad was up to his usual tricks that day too. His was always the faster machine. For some reason his would always run like 5mph faster. He’d run up next to you and try to soak you. Then blow by you full throttle laying down on the seat.
We visited a bunch of sandbars that day just to rest and drink a couple beers or have a snack. Dad loved to look for the cool rocks and shells on the sandbars, in the creeks, on the beaches, everywhere.
It was getting late in the afternoon and we pull of on one more sandbar right in the middle of the Missouri River. It’s summer and the water is low so we just ease up on the edge and cut the engines to float in. He hops out and pulls his sea doo up on the beach. I spot something red in the water like 20 feet to our right so I steered that way. Just down the beach I start to pull my rig up onto the sand. I turn my attention to the red thing in the water. I walk out there and pick it up.
I reached down in the water and found a perfect bright red spear point arrowhead just laying there half submerged in the middle of the Missouri River.
He saw me pick it up. He was more or less astonished. He came over real excited and gave me a big hug. We stared at it in awe, couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have just stumbled across this awesome artifact. We spent the next few hours combing the rest of this huge sandbar for anything of note and didn’t find much. We always collected cool rocks anyways, but this day was better. We nearly rode back in the dark just because we lost track of time.
That’s one of my favorite memories I had with my Dad.
It was summer probably 2014, the summer was winding down and the days were getting shorter. Dad was going to winterize the wave runners. I convinced him that we should go out one last time and ride them before he did, just to get our “moneys worth” on the year. Pops needing very little convincing to get the wave runners on the water anyways. So, off we went in the mid-morning. We gassed them up at that old gas station on route k and put them in on perche.
We rode from sand bar to sand bar all day. Dad was up to his usual tricks that day too. His was always the faster machine. For some reason his would always run like 5mph faster. He’d run up next to you and try to soak you. Then blow by you full throttle laying down on the seat.
We visited a bunch of sandbars that day just to rest and drink a couple beers or have a snack. Dad loved to look for the cool rocks and shells on the sandbars, in the creeks, on the beaches, everywhere.
It was getting late in the afternoon and we pull of on one more sandbar right in the middle of the Missouri River. It’s summer and the water is low so we just ease up on the edge and cut the engines to float in. He hops out and pulls his sea doo up on the beach. I spot something red in the water like 20 feet to our right so I steered that way. Just down the beach I start to pull my rig up onto the sand. I turn my attention to the red thing in the water. I walk out there and pick it up.
I reached down in the water and found a perfect bright red spear point arrowhead just laying there half submerged in the middle of the Missouri River.
He saw me pick it up. He was more or less astonished. He came over real excited and gave me a big hug. We stared at it in awe, couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have just stumbled across this awesome artifact. We spent the next two hours coming this huge sandbar, and didn’t find anything else of note. We rode back almost in the dark.
That day was one of my favorite memories with my dad.
