Dear Richard--I remember your fun, your strength, your creativity and beautiful handwork, your friendship with Hugh, your coat of arms back-tattoo, your courage to take risks, your faithfulness and loyalty, our family gatherings around the table. I know you struggled more and more with internal forces greater than your own will until you simple could not bear it any more. You lived life fully and passionately and thoroughly until then. May your spirit rest peacefully and watch over those you love and care for.
Aunt Ruth
My deepest condolences to the family.
Sending you all lots of love from st. John's and keeping you and Richard in our thoughts.
I met Richard in grade 6 as he was the new kid in class. We were both mischievous rebels so it didn’t take long before we were 3-way calling and rolling around the neighbourhood in shopping carts. He was the only kid with a waterbed, a ferret and a drawer full of skittles, the only kid all-blue for grade 8 grad, and he was one of the few people I’ve ever met who could turn any boring day into an adventure filled one. And I nodded when he told me he was going to go by “Dick” now, because he was sort’ve was one. In the way that he said what he thought to your face and that could make a person uncomfortable. It also showed a boldness that is rare to see. All my fun stories from that age were because of Richard and the detergent in the fountain will go down in history. I hold onto these memories, listening to No Doubt as a tween, and others from when we were older and catching up at his annual Christmas parties. I think of him often as I’m chopping veggies on my beautiful cutting board and how he followed his passion after shop class (and our shop team!) ended. My heart aches for his family who will now miss his adventuresome zest for life, but I hope will be always inspired to make the most out of each moment. Lots of love to Ashley and the kids, Richard’s parents and sister.
Love never ends.
May deep peace and love surround and uphold you all.