Some of my fondest childhood memories are of going over to Ricky's house and playing with the boys. My brother Jason and I would run around with Richard, Thierkeld, and Marjace, causing a ruckus or playing in the pool. Ricky's house always had a joyous energy. I warmly remember the way he joked and teased my mother, Rita, calling her by the nickname "Bones." He was bright, and welcoming, and kind. And he was just a cool, smooth guy! His family felt like the other side of the coin to ours. Whether us kids were accidentally breaking a door knob in the house, or I was getting my butt kicked at bowling, the times we spent together will always be treasured. I will always miss my uncle and cherish how bright my childhood was with him in it.