Richard lived for the people he loved. He was happiest surrounded by family — telling stories at the kitchen table, casting a line at sunrise, or watching his grandchildren run through the yard.
He was the kind of man who fixed what was broken, showed up when it mattered, and made room at the table for anyone who needed it. Quiet strength. Quick laughter. A hand always ready to help.
He treasured the simple things — a still lake at dawn, a fire on a cool evening, the sound of the ones he loved sitting close by. He built a life full of moments worth remembering.