it hurts too much to be clear. To attempt to write the right words. Beautiful words to try to capture things exactly as they are. Pain is messy. Memories flood and pain hits. Throwing hard, unforgiving punches I don’t have the ability to avoid.

You meant so much to so many people, Rick. You were unique. Larger Than Life. You’ve contributed so much to the writing scene. Helping to progress writers, or to create some! You’ve given hope. Corona\Samizdat was a home to all of us. Just as we found a home in your big beautiful heart.

You remain forever a stand up individual, a loving husband, a caring father, an in-depth historian, a wonderful editor, a fine writer and the best friend anyone could be so lucky to have.

This campaign will forever live on. Just as my memories of our friendship. Audio messages will be replayed. Your YouTube videos will be watched. And not a day will go by that I won’t miss you. My friend.