There's a comforting thought at the close of the day when I'm weary and lonely and sad that sort of grips hold of my crusty old heart and bids it be merry and glad. It gets in my soul and it drives out the blues and finally thrills through and through, it's just a sweet memory that chants the refrain: I'm glad I touched shoulders with you.

Did you know you were brave--did you know you were strong--did you know there was one leaning hard? Did you know that I waited and listened and prayed and was cheered by your simplest word? Did you know that I longed for that smile on your face for the sound of your voice ringing true? Did you know I grew stronger and better because I had merely touched shoulders with you?

I'm glad that I live, that I battle and strive, for the place I know I must fill--I am thankful for sorrows I'll meet with a grin, what fortune may send good or ill.

I may not have wealth, I may not be great but I know I shall always be true, for I have in my life that courage you gave when once I rubbed shoulders with you.

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Graduate of Harvard Business and Harvard Law School
Professor at Suffolk University
Breeder of American Saddlebred Horses
He was a friend and classmate of John F Kennedy, Sen. Torbert MacDonald and Tip O'Neil.
Richard was a unique individual, well read, well traveled, intelligent and an incredible horseman as well as a gentleman and a scholar. He loved nature and respected all forms of life. He was quirky yet down to earth and had a deep aura of woundedness about him. Very generous yet incredibly frugal. An enigma.
Very much loved by those few people he let get close to him. He is missed greatly.