I remember the day Derek and I visited the Filoli Gardens with Rick. It was a beautiful California day with bright blue skies and generous warm rays of sunshine. As usual, Rick looked dapper and garden ready with his blue cotton shirt and wide brimmed straw hat. The Alzheimer’s disease was well into its fourth year of taking Rick away from us one memory at a time. We had not seen Rick in a few weeks and it appeared the disease was relentlessly marching forward and robbing Rick of his cherished memories at an ever increasing and alarming rate. That day we arrived, Rick greeted us with his warm smile and a barrage of compliments: “Look at these Dudes!,” he said and then proceeded to complement our wardrobe—our shoes, shirts, jackets. He told me he liked my hair.
We had decided to pick up sandwiches for a picnic that we would have in the gardens. Rick still had his warm and gentle manner and was excited about lunch, exclaiming, “I could eat a horse!” On arriving at the gardens, Rick clasped his hands behind his back and walked through the gardens as a wise and worldly man. I had seen him do this many times before while touring the museums of Florence or the underground Catacombs in Paris, the stride of a man who had toured many a garden, museum, or park throughout the world. That day at the Filoli Gardens, Rick still had his wonderfully peaceful style and pointed to many things throughout the grounds he thought we would be interested in. Sometimes he would point out the same item more than once, which was fine with me, since he spoke in that soothing “radio announcer’s voice,” always a pleasure to hear.
Once a true master of social graces, although diminished, Rick was still charming to the women docents. He charmed them with little jokes and compliments that only Rick could come up with and deliver successfully. We did learn however, through many posted signs that there was to be no picnicking allowed in the gardens. Not to be deterred, we convinced Rick to “break the rules” and found a clandestine, cool spot amongst the trees. As we kept a low profile while eating, Rick seemed to revel in the fact we were being a little defiant and ate his lunch openly, proudly and happily.
There was a band playing as we walked back from the Gardens to the car. The music was upbeat, joyous, adventurous and full of life. It reminded me of Rick and his contagious love of life and of all the beautiful places around the world he had experienced. As we moved farther and farther away, the music began to fade. It sadly reminded me of Rick and his life. The slow fading away of a man many cherished and respected. I will fondly remember Rick’s love, understanding, caring, and his amazing sense of humor. He will be sadly missed but his love of life and of people will continue to play on forever in my memories.