I knew Richard as my childhood best friend’s dad, Dick. He retired only a few years after I met him, so he was often around when I would go to play with his son Jeff at their house. Dick loved people a lot more than my own dad, and had better communication skills, so I considered him as a second role model in that respect. I remember he would often get frustrated with his two rowdy sons, but he and I always got along. He had a classic, dry sense of humor, often picking on others, but he knew where to draw the line and always finished his teasing off with a smile and a friendly comment to make sure you knew he was only joshing you. As I got older, I grew to admire his tendency to inspire his sons to pursue more niche and difficult paths in life, even if it meant they were unlikely to succeed.
I felt terrible for Dick when Cherie passed away. I will never forget the way he walked down the aisle at her funeral. I have scarcely seen someone look so devastated. I am glad they are reunited once again.