Death is the best of time and the worst of time to consider someone's life, with apologies to Charles Dickens. The good thing is that the story is over. The last sentence written. Looking for facts fits within a neat set of parenthesis (1961 - 2024). But, of course, the story is over. There's no more to be written. And there's no way to ask the source about the what, the why, the wherefore behind the "facts".
I am the blessed graduate of an idiosyncratic religious college in the middle of nowhere. I gave my heart to assimilate, but in the end it was futile. The truth set me free. And I know, I would not be the well-adjusted, happy person I am today without having transited through those years. In spite of its wacky ideas about faith and religion, I will never again be in the midst of so many good, and good-hearted people. Of course, there were some oddballs. I doubt many of these same people would approve of my "apostate" life, but;
hey, I know what the world apostate means thanks to them! I know a whole lot of amazing things because of my friendships and acquaintances.
Owing to my surname, Richard was one of the first people I ever met at Asbury. Like Elementary School, there was some alphabetical ordering of activities during orientation week. I remember that he was from Pennsylvania. His father was a Methodist minister, and it was during a time when he was pastor of a church in the vicinity of Pittsburgh. He was a happy-go-lucky fellow. Quick to laugh. Always in a hurry. When we were Sophomores he ran against me for class President. I won. But it was all in fun. Still, somewhere inside him I always felt there was a little sadness. Or maybe, hindsight is 2020.
Looking for an Obituary was fruitless. I eventually found Obit's for his mother, and a brother 10 years his senior. For Richard, I found an arrest record from 2007 for passing a pair of bad checks in the amounts of $1,000.00 each. Another Court case from 2002 in which he petitioned for reconsideration of a revocation of his driver's license for 5 years on the grounds of 3 serious citations while driving between 2000 and 2002. He lost. His Driver's License was revoked. The final document was the approval of a request by another brother to be made heir of his "estate". Recent addresses indicated modest but nice abodes. No mention of any heirs or indication of said. The photo is from our Junior College Yearbook. Richard would have been 21.
Life is a funny old bird. What you imagine it will be when you are but 20 or 22 is no guarantee of getting there.