Billy FitzGerald

I met Mr. Fitz when I was about 7-8 years old. I can’t put into words how much the Fitz’s mean to me. I call them my ‘bonus parents’ because of how much time we spent growing up at their house.
I remember one year raking leaves at the house in Great Falls and Mr. Fitz made a huge pile of leaves for all of us to jump into after we finished.
He was the first to take pictures of anything we did, the first to text us happy [insert holiday here], and gave the best hugs. Just one of a kind.