Again. A number. Time.
Richard, will not age. He had said he'd live to 100 and die young. But what he meant was when he hit 50 he'd count backwards. We were both young then.
Richard was the creative, before he was was the lion hearted.
Rich had the gentle heart of the artist, before he was the fighter.
Richie was the musician I fell in love with in high school.
We married on his 23rd birthday. Then left everything we knew.
Creative, Lion Hearted.
Love.
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