Richard Terpstra died Saturday night, he was Luke’s oldest brother.  Rita, Richard’s wife, left a message on the machine, Luke and I discovered it upon our return from Idaho yesterday, where we were attending Paula and Phil’s wedding. 

I met Dick once or twice.  He was the happiest guy you’d ever want to meet and boy was he in love with his wife, Rita.  They were soul mates.  Dick was skinny and he smoked unfiltered cigarettes and always wore a baseball cap.  He wore his flannel shirts tucked into his slim-waisted jeans.  And that laugh of his, it came from his heart, from his humor gene, from deep inside him.  His laugh was honest, that’s what it was. 

So rest in peace, Dick.  Life was good to you and you were good to it — let life be good to Rita from here on out. 

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