Condolence: Rich was like a brother in our family. He would visit our house and always brought fun with him. My children would laugh and smile when he would arrive. If I needed something fixed in the house he would take care of it. I enjoyed his sense of humor and the fun that my children enjoyed. Rich didn't have any siblings and he called us his sisters. Rich inherited 6 sisters when he married Carol. We were all different and he found something in each of us to make us laugh.
Our prayers,sympathy,and love to Carol,Mark and Grandchildren.
Janet and Jon
We will always remember Uncle Rich’s great smile and humor. He gave us many moments of joy and laughter. Our love and sympathy to Aunt Carol, Mark, and his dear grandchildren.
Love, Judy, Bill and family.
Condolence: My memories of Uncle Rich. Last Saturday when I called my Aunt Carol to find out how Uncle Rich was doing, I heard him say in the background say ~ I love you! Uncles have a special role. Not being our father, they can be a friend and a supporter in a different way than anyone else in our lives. Uncle Rich was my relative and companion; one of the few people able to be both. The loss of Uncle Rich is a particularly a hard one. His loss, however, is filled with the years of happy memories I have, and that special connection that belongs to him alone. Uncle Rich was like a 2nd father to me. Aunt Carol watched my brother, sister, and me when I was young and when Uncle Rich came home from work after driving a Pepsi delivery truck all day, he would pick me up when he came home from work and kiss and hug me just like my father would and after dinner he would play with us on the living room floor.
He smiled from ear to ear when I walked into the house. He always had a smile on his handsome face and you can tell he loved life. On holidays growing up, he would meticulously set up Lionel trains under the Christmas tree with precision and accuracy admiring each piece as he lay it down. He was so proud! He would chuckle just like a kid as the trains went around. My brother and I watched his every move in anticipation for our turn to take the controls. We would invariably run the trains off the track, but Uncle Rich in his kind and loving voice would show us how to place them back on track. I’ll tell you this, these are the best memories of Christmas that I ever had. He made Christmas magical in the eyes of kid. One year he even dressed up like Santa Claus but we never knew it was Uncle Rich under that big red velvet suit. He had all the characteristics of jolly Ole St. Nick. It’s not surprising to me that God would take him home a couple weeks prior to Christmas day. I’m sure he is laying the trains on the track under God’s Christmas tree. I wonder what Christmas is like in Heaven. I think of him embracing his son Rich as he entered heaven. I can only imagine this is what Christmas is like in heaven. The embrace of God’s love as he entered into heaven.
I have so many fond memories of him that I will cherish forever. There is not one thing in the world that I had ask for and he had said No. As I got older, I really learned to appreciate his qualities of a gentleman who was strong, generous, kind, and patient. A man of great character who held respect for the people in his life. He has done so much for me. He was a pillar that supported our whole family. He truly loved without limitation. He cared about the happiness of another person without any thought for what he might get for himself. I always knew this was a gift given to me but I don’t think I ever appreciated it more than what I do now. I will greatly miss him.
My love and prayers to Aunt Carol, Mark, and his grandchildren. I love you all so very much. He is alive in all of you. xoxo