Mr. Bills was more than just a coach — he was a God-fearing man whose loyalty, dedication, and love for his family and work set the standard for everyone around him. Every single day, he gave his all. His competitive spirit made him a force to be reckoned with, and his passion pushed me to become a better man — both then and now.

At the time, I didn’t realize how blessed I was to have him as my coach, my teacher, and my friend. His influence continues to shape who I am today.

Love you always, Mr. Bills.

So many memories, but I guess our senior year championship soccer victory in the Fall of 1986 again Calgary Baptist, 5-3. Mr. Bills was so intense during the game, but never veered away from his commitment to excellence and his commitment to his Christian faith. Aside from all the sports talk, which did not necessarily define him, Mr. Bills was simply a great role model, sound teacher, and gentleman.

Mr. Bills will always be a hero, larger than life figure who could juke us kids out of our shoes on the field. I remember the times he drove us to games in the yellow bus and once we were all rubbernecking out the windows on the left side to gawk at an accident and he shouted “SiDDown!” I’d never seen so many unruly teenagers sit down so fast in my life. My first time behind the steering wheel was with Mr Bills. He always took the time out to listen when we had concerns about anything and yet was never afraid to say the hard things. 
Mr. Bills along with Mr. Mckay were the two men at TCS who most shaped my upbringing. I owe so much to them. My condolences to Mr. Bills’ family, and all of us at TCS who miss him.