Memories are funny things; they are not always about important events but they stay with us. I met dick and pat when I was still in college. I thought they were one of the best looking couples I had ever seen. Pat always called dick "Richard "; I don't think she ever believed she was a beauty, but she knew he was handsome and loved himtotally.
I remember when they moved back to Woodale. Stevie fell from a tree and they rushed to elmhurst memorial to have his forehead stitched. A day or two later, michael fell from a bike and back to the hospital for stitches to his forehead. The next night pat grabbed Cori as she was running out the back door and the screen door hit her forehead- for the third night in a week, back to elmhurst memorial for stitches where they both tried to explain that with 3 active children under 5, that this was normal.
Together dick and pat survived- and stayed the course. There was much laughter and Dick kept the the same boyishness that was part of his charm. He was smart, funny, and loved every thing that had a motor, whether it worked or not.
He lived a full life and will be sorely missed.