Rich wrote those words in a scrapbook sixty years ago, not knowing the life that lay ahead of him and how many lives he will have touched by the time he was done.

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Jennifer
I am truly blessed to have had you as my uncle and godfather while growing up. You were always someone I looked up toโ€”strong, kind, and full of love.

Thereโ€™s one memory that has stayed with me all these years. When you and the family lived in Hicksville, New York, I was outside playing in the backyard, chasing Princess. Somehow, I got scared and tried to climb over the fence. In the process, I cut my upper chest near my neck. I remember screaming because I saw the blood running down, but you, Richie, came to me right away. You said, โ€œGet up, itโ€™s nothing!โ€

At that moment, I was just a confused little girlโ€”but I trusted you completely. You had such a warm, calm, and loving way about you that instantly made me feel safe.

Every birthday came; knew he would send me a card with lottery tickets, hoping I would win something but nada. This is something I will miss the most!

You will be sorely missedโ€”not just by me, but by everyone whose life you touched. Your strength, your humor, and your love will live on in our hearts forever.

Fly free, Uncle Richie, with all my love.
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