Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Remembering Dick is remembering his infectious laugh. You couldn't listen to that laugh without cracking up yourself. Full of life, fun and mischief, everybody liked Dick. I have many fond memories of basketball games at the dead end of Cora Drive. Ice skating on Johnson's pond in winter and long nights talking and joking in the summer. The last time I saw Dick was at his dad's wake more than a decade ago. It's hard to believe Dick is gone now too.
My deepest sympathies to Maureen, Denise and Bruce.