Memorial Book for David Rich

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  1. My earliest memory of David is from sometime around 1970, shortly before he married my Aunt Vicki. We were at Grammy & Papa’s in the backyard, having a party, and I was having a conversation with him. “Why are you marrying my aunt?” He answered, “Because I love her”.
    And so began the romantic story of Vicki and Dave, as seen through the eyes of one of the three soon-to-be flower girls who would experience the thrill of a life time, marching at their aunt’s wedding.

    When I was a teenager, Uncle Dave appealed to my non-conformist sensibility. He could speak his truth and he was fearless. How I admired him! Nobody pushed David Rich around! From his stories, I know that he was a force to be reckoned with. Dave worked as a Stevedore, on the docks of New York City’s harbour, as a student in the 1960’s. Later on, after completing his doctorate in history, he became a high school teacher in the New York City school system. He was smart and he was tough! Strength, intelligence, and a big heart. That’s the stuff David was made of.

    Vicki and David always welcomed me and my children to their homes in NY and in Fla. We’ve shared many family events, and milestones. I last saw David a few years ago. I was in New York, staying with Vicki and Dave. They took me out for dinner to a Mexican restaurant. The three of us had so much fun together, complete with margaritas and a mariachi band. In the morning when I woke up, there was a hot coffee from Dunkin’ Donuts waiting for me… because that’s the kind of guy David was. I didn’t realize that it would be the last time I would see him. How we take things for granted.

    I miss you already, Uncle Dave. May you rest in peace.


  2. David was my Uncle.
    Cathie actually summed up much of what I was going to say so I will just add a bit. David was cool ,and when you are a kid from Toronto having an Uncle that taught high school In NYC you feel really lucky. Most people get their idea of New York from movies and TV and here is a guy that is living it. And we all know about it because he told you about it, even a a kid he talked to you and not at you. We had a few things in common, one was the love of hiking and camping. I wanted to buy a tent once and he insisted we go out to New Jersey to this place he always shopped at and I bought this tent. I had it for years . He was so happy when they came to Canada ,and he got to photograph a bear. If he only knew how many bears walk through our yard here in BC on a regular basis. I really appreciate having know David.

    Thanks for being there , Uncle Dave .


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