Ricky,
I remember happy days in Fallsington when we were little kids. We had a tree fort in the apple tree which was often a spaceship. We bombed each other with the Ginkgo tree fruits dubbed “throw up balls” because of their stink. You were the leader of the big kids and we rode our bikes headlong down the driveway and around Hillside Lane over a ramp into the air and sometimes down onto the gravel. We played piano and sang in church. I sang in a garage band you had with the Huff brothers and we played at the 9th grade dance.
Rest in peace my brother and may happy days like those be what you’ll continue to experience.

So so tragic that Rick died young. What a wonderful obituary tribute to a remarkable man. I only knew him when were children, cousins, but clearly he went on to lead the life of a strong, courageous, and admired man. A proud legacy. God bless you Rick. Rest in peace.