His life was gentle, and the elements So mixed in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, “This was a man.”
Rich, we will miss you. As we huddled through countless horrors in the dark space under our stairs, you were there. When we were home alone, electrified by a million volts of thundering violence, you were there. Rich, we will miss you, no tornado nor hail storm will ever be the same. Our vigilant hero, Rich, we salute you- God speed and good luck, may you find His perfect grace and everlasting peace.