Monday, July 30, 2018
Rich and I became friends in the 11th grade, and we've been close ever since. Some of my fondest memories growing up are with Rich. He was one of my closest friends. He told me I was his best friend, but I think he was a better friend to me, than I was to him. He walked my mom down the aisle at my wedding in 1994, and then he drove hundreds of miles to attend my mom's funeral in 2010. In 1991, at a bar called Christopher's in Huntington, we made a pact to marry each other if we were still single when we were 40! Oh brother! My husband, Frank, learned to love Rich too. I'll miss Rich dearly, his friendship, and all of his antics. I thank God for the cherished memories, and I know without a doubt, Rich is in heaven now and found his peace.
