What would Richard do?

I sat with Rich this morning. Often I am reminded by the alarm on his watch. The one tiny beep. Anyone in the house that hears that usually says 'hey' back to him.

It's a gift. 

Before Rich died he amassed a collection of Target watches. As he lost weight and needed smaller cloths he would finish up at the watch counter. He said he only got one a month. He had a different calendar. Always. It became comic. He didn't pay more than $15 for each!

Finally after sitting for a bit with my mind on 'wander', a question came to me... 'What would Richard do?' 
Ahhh.

1. He wouldn't be sitting in this chair. Not on a day like this. He'd have been half way to where ever he was going to take pictures. Or, he'd have beat me out the door to go together, breakfast being the first stop.

2. He'd be shopping! UGGGG. Richard had the shopping gene. He taught me how to shop. 'Decide what it is you are there for, go for it, focus, pick it up, pay and leave.' Didn't work. I hate going into the store. Richard was Santa Claus. He'd be out NOW, Christmas Eve Day.

3. Rich loved giving his photos as gifts to friends and family.

Merry Christmas Dear Richard. 
Love,
A /

1st Christmas, SF 1977