Birth date: Nov 28, 1945 Death date: May 27, 2025
William (Bill) Franklin Peck November 28, 1945 – May 27, 2025 Bill Peck lived his life the way he played his guitar on Christmas Eve — full of soul, heart, and a touch of humor that brought everyone together. Born in El Paso and Read Obituary
Hello, my Name is Colt Andrews. I have been employed by the Pecks to clean their pool since2019. I got to meet and see their family grow. I got to see how Mr. Peck enjoyed his grandchildren’s child hood. How he bragged about them whenever he could. I always looked forward to getting to chat with him during my visits. There wasn't a single time that we spoke where he wasn't smiling. We got to have a lot of good conversations over the years. There isn't a single moment that comes to mind when I remember him but many moments instead. He listened when I lost my brother and gave me comfort when he didn't need to. I am blessed to have known him and I am grateful for those conversations. He and his family will be in my prayers, thank you.
Bill and my family enjoyed so many fun things with Bill. We were always crazy about football and Willie. But one year when UT lost he had the good sportsmanship to push this crazy thing with his nose all the way down the sidewalk with jeering from the whole family. What a guy! What a fan!
What beautiful tribute to a man that had a talent for life.
I especially enjoyed being in his company singing and playing guitar with friends.
No story about Bill is complete without his guitar. Every time he picked it up, the room
was his stage. We were all along for the ride, and what a ride it was.
Bill was a consummate entertainer, a superb raconteur, and his stories will transcend generations. He had a quick wit and rarely missed an opportunity to make you laugh.
His love of family and friends was exemplary.
“My Wife is a Lion”
After a long week at work, Gayle and Bill picked us up in Parker, and Gayle drove us to Broken Bow. The car was packed with assorted snacks, beverages, and 4 adults acting like teenagers. Our cabin was in an unfamiliar area and took a bit longer to find. After dinner, music, and fireside chats, Gayle said, “Y’all, I have to go to bed. I know I’m a wimp,” and Bill, with his booming voice, replied, “Honey, you are not a wimp. You are a lion !“
Indeed, she is. Just like his guitar, no story about Bill is complete without his loving wife, Gayle. She brought a family together, and that family brought friends, love, light, and laughter into Bill’s life. She facilitated memories that were magical. We were always invited to family gatherings, and spontaneously, Gayle and Bill would create a rousing get-together. I have rarely witnessed such passion between two people.
“The Clubhouse”
We all spent many summer vacations together in Maine with our close family friends, Bob and Janice Bosworth. Friendships lovingly forged through our children.
Music, lobsters, ocean waves, quaint towns, blueberries, fresh corn on the cob, and Big Daddy’s ice cream hold fond memories of those times together.
But the most enduring memory is that of “The Clubhouse”.
There was a wooded area off to the side of our home that Bill fondly named
“The Clubhouse.” The Clubhouse was where Bill’s stories came to life, a place where heroes were made, a place to laugh until tears fell, a place to marvel at moonlit nights, and a place to share that part of your soul only close friends can see. It was magical!
Bill made sure that we visited the Clubhouse… even when we weren’t in Maine. He had the witty imagination to make it all real! The trees still rustle at The Clubhouse, in a small town in southern Maine; and those trees hold many secrets and those secrets will be there for the rest of time.
I have many stories about Bill and will gladly share them. Here are just a few titles:
That Snake is in Oklahoma Now
Weddings ( Walmart in Paris)
Your Husband is Speaking Mandarin
Fraidy Holes and Other Places to Hide
The Magic of Words
Bill will be greatly missed, but his well-lived life is a witness to his legacy. He was a man of extraordinary character. We should all share his stories, with those stories Bill remains a part of each of us. And that is how legends are made.
Hello, my Name is Colt Andrews. I have been employed by the Pecks to clean their pool since
2019. I got to meet and see their grandchildren grow. I got to see how Mr. Peck enjoyed their child hood. How he bragged about them whenever he could. I always looked forward to getting to chat with him during my visits. There wasn't a single time that we spoke where he wasn't smiling. We got to have a lot of good conversations over the years. There isn't a single moment that comes to mind when I remember him but many moments instead. He listened when I lost my brother and gave me comfort when he didn't need to. I am blessed to have known him and I am grateful for those conversations. He and his family will be in my prayers, thank you.
