I remember one snowy winter day playing outside in Sheboygan. Uncle Rick came by and looking up I see this snow ball flying towards me. Then he ducked inside before I could retaliate. The other fond memory I have is when I was in boot camp I received a letter from him and it came at good time and really needed to hear from family at that time. I do remember that letter he told me to follow my dreams and keep them alive or I would become lost the way he did. I thought about what he said a lot over the years and still think of it. At the time, I really needed to hear that. I kept the letter for many years after and tried to find it but have unable to. Rest in peace Uncle Rick you have touched so many people you will be missed.