Every time I walk in Tibbett's Brook Park, I see this sign of Peggy and Bill. The flowers above the sign are different depending on the day or season. One day, my mom was walking in the park, and an elderly man was sitting by himself with a glass of wine in front of the three with the sign on it. My mom told me about it when she got home, and to this day I think it was Bill sitting by the tree. This kind of long-lasting, pure, and innocent love is what I believe is the true definition of what love is.