My neighbor died this past Sunday, October 12th. It was completely unexpected. We have all been caught completely unaware and left with a massive hole in our hearts.
He was my neighbor. But he was so much more than that. He was a dear friend. A wonderful listener, a great advise giver. No matter what was going on in my life, he seemed to notice. He noticed when I was up, he noticed when I was down. He lent a helping hand, even when I didn’t know I needed it. He encouraged me in work, and supported every thought I ever expressed with wild abandonment. Never have I heard someone say the words “right on” and “good for you” with such genuine enthusiasm.
He was such a quiet strength on our street, lending anyone a helping hand without ever asking for anything in return. And the way he loudly loved his wife, Sandy. Never have I seen a man so unabashedly adore and love on his wife as Rick did.
I have always struggled with the finality of death. Part of my brain is always at a loss, wondering “What do you mean I’m never going to see them again??” I cannot comprehend that; especially someone like my neighbor, whom I saw nearly every day.
I cannot fathom how in this moment, but we must all find our own way in how to move forward. And remember that in time, everything becomes easier to hold.
Hug those dearest to you tightly, as we never know when the unthinkable will happen…
https://www.meaningfulfunerals.net/obituary/richard-cook?fh_id=11395
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