The first time I met Richard was at my graduation from Antioch College.  He was the father of the beautiful redhead who was the girlfriend of one of my best friends at Antioch.   He sat at the same table with my own parents, and I was impressed by his distinguished good looks.  As the years passed, he became my father-in-law. 

Now it’s more than 30 years since I met him, which is half my life.  Richard has been intimately involved with my life at very crucial times.  Our relationship was not always smooth.  He had strongly held opinions and beliefs.

Richard was a big man, not only physically, but also spiritually and emotionally.  He was willing to engage

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me.  He had good will and wanted to resolve conflicts.  We worked out compromises that were successful.   Richard taught me a great deal about religious beliefs.  Smoking cigarettes was central to Richard’s self-definition for many decades.  But he was able to change even something that major in his character, and he ultimately overcame his addiction.

The storyteller:  Richard also had a grasp of his identity and how he interacted in almost every situation.  He conveyed his identity through the stories he told.  When I asked about the family history, I learned about Jan’s background and how Richard had managed to keep his daughter after his wife, Grace, died.   The story of that confrontation is central to understanding Richard’s character.

Granny, Grace’s mother and Jan’s biological grandmother, faked a heart attack when Richard tried to leave with Jan.  But Richard picked Jan up and took her on the train back to Texas, walking out on a horrific scene.   Richard acted according to his beliefs when it really mattered.

Infectious appreciation:  When we bought our house, Richard came out to help us move.   It was a nervous time for us, becoming homeowners for the first time.  I remember his delight when he discovered that our shower stall was actually made from real marble.  He had an appreciation of the world that was infectious; it helped me see things and enjoy things that I might have missed entirely.  Our annual family gatherings at Black Water Falls and other state parks in West Virginia, Thanksgiving dinners in Ohio, and later in Baltimore, and most recently, our gathering last summer at Oglebay Park, were highlights.

Sensitive diplomat: Richard was kind and gentle.  One of my fondest memories of Richard was how he helped us have our sons.  He was very, very diplomatic.  He was visiting his parents in Ohio, just before Toby was due.  He was sensitive enough to know that he would be needed, but he did not intrude into our lives.  He waited in Ohio until we called him.

Richard, the Babysitter:  He came and stayed with us just after Toby was born.   I remember how difficult it was for us as new parents, and how his presence reassured us.  Toby was born two weeks early, and we weren’t fully prepared.   Jan still had counseling clients scheduled, and so did I.  Richard babysat for Toby,    

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Enthusiastic dreamer:  When we were trying to find a name for our new baby late one night, Richard had a dream.  He got up and came into the kitchen, and with great enthusiasm, told us about his dream.  Then he realized how forceful he had been, and carefully modified his statement by telling us, “Now this is only a suggestion, something for you to think about…”       

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December 15, 1978.

He had a lot of respect for others, even when he could not understand their beliefs or disagreed with them.  When I became a hypnotist and started regressing clients into past lifetimes, he did not understand or agree with my efforts.  But he chose to ignore the fact that we had different beliefs, and focused instead on those areas where we had a lot in common. 

Suggestion of Stonehenge: Richard was deeply spiritual, but very strongly against dogma of any type or stripe.  One summer, he spent a few days with us,

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and while we were gone at work, he did some cleaning up in the yard.  We later discovered one of the things he had done was to open up a gap in the trees, which brought the setting sun into our line of vision.  I couldn't help but conclude that Stonehedge must have been somewhere in his past lives.

This has been a difficult week for me.  Richard’s transition came suddenly, and has opened up many very personal issues for me.  In the regressions that I have done, I found that it is common for people to hang around, as spirits, to watch ceremonies like this one.  I hope that Richard hears me when I say, "Thank you" for the help you have given my family and me.  God be with you.
 

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