The night of Dr. William Liddle's funeral, the pipes froze in Betty Liddle's house in Fredericksburg. A plumber came, made repairs and charged nothing for the work.
"One of the nicest things has been the kindness by people in the community--people I don't even know," says Betty Liddle, whose husband, a pediatrician in Fredericksburg for 25 years, died at age 54 in the crash.
The new pediatrics division of the Mary Washington Hospital has been named after Liddle. A new pediatrician, Dr. Melville Wright, has stepped into Liddle's place and cares for many of his patients.
Fred Phillips, Liddle's best friend and fellow physician, says: "We just closed ranks and kept right on marching. When you're sitting with a glass of whiskey in your hand, your mind remembers. But you've got to get on with your life. That's the way Bill would have wanted it."
Bill Liddle's widow shares that practical philosophy.
"One of the things I couldn't say at first was that he had been killed," she says. "Killed. Killed. I just made myself say it until it didn't give me that horrible feeling anymore."
One of the hardest occasions to celebrate without him was the graduation of their daughter Margaret from the University of Virginia. U-Va. was her husband's alma mater and the place where they met.
And it was more than Betty Liddle could bear to send cards this Christmas. A year later, she suffers the dinner hour. But she's kept on marching, moving into a new house, immersing herself in her needlework shop.
"If I didn't have the business, I would have sold Chicken McNuggets," she says. "I give the pain the Scarlet O'Hara treatment--I'll think about it tomorrow when I can handle it better."