The first time that I was ever in Richard's home was the night that I met the woman who was to become my wife. A year and a day later, they opened their home again for our wedding celebration. Every time I visited that home, I found that they had created a warm welcoming place, where people could be themselves, and have a good time with good friends. Every time, over a period of several years. This kind of thing does not happen by accident. It happens because good people put in the required work to build it. The way that home was, was a huge testament to the kind of man that Richard was. He was a kind, gentle, generous, and quiet person. The world is diminished by his passing.