Support Nichole in Honoring Slick Rick's Legacy

Hi. My name is Nichole. I have the honor of being the only child of my father Rick “Slick Rick” as he was most notably known as. On June 05, 2023 he was diagnosed with Stage IV metastatic thymic cancer. This cancer was widespread. After 6 treatments of chemo that ultimately did not help so, my father stopped treatment. In January of 2024 after a short hospital stay he came to live with myself, my wife and our 4 year old son. Although it was an adjustment to our normal. It was a blessing. I will never be able to thank my wife adequately. She cared for my dad so impeccably. She aided him with personal care allowing me to remain his daughter. I knew she was a godsend that is why I married her, but this is indescribable. On 05/28/2024 my father passed away peacefully at the age of 67. He then had a memorial on 06/05/2024 exactly one year from the original cancer diagnosis. My father fought cancer with dignity, bravery and never complained. He often said he had a long life and didn’t feel bad for his status, that his heart broke for kids who have cancer as in his words “They don’t know that cancer isn’t normal”. My dad unfortunately wasn’t prepared for this twist in his story and did not have life insurance, no savings and nothing prepared for his departure. So ultimately it is up to me to pay for final expenses and to settle any of his final debts. I appreciate any aid and will be forever grateful.

Before I go, I would love to tell you all about my hero. Slick was the oldest boy of eight (4 boys, 4 girls) He was the strong silent type. He was a hard worker who at some points in his life had three jobs. I try to think that isn’t because of my mom and her child support needs (haha just kidding) my dad was a car guy. The “Buy American” kind of car guy who was in his glory on a race track. The kind of guy who loved this series from the 90s called ‘And they walked away’… a collection of clips of the worst wrecks in racing that the drivers walked away from. He would walk around for hours saying in his baritone “And they walked away 3”. He never yelled at me my entire life. The one time he kinda yelled he spent an hour apologizing and explaining why he got upset. He loved being my son’s Grampy and would brag about everything my son did. He was my maintenance man (lawn, snow removal, fix things) until he got sick.

My dad truly was so many things and so hard to sum up in a description. But I am now his legacy and I know I am going to make him proud. Thank you.