It was four years ago today that my nephew, Rich, fell from the TV tower he was painting and died. Rich was my special guy from the time he was born and throughout his whole life. Even when he grew up, I always thought of him as my little Richie. We had such a special bond. He lifted my spirits so many times when he would call or stop by. The last time we talked was when he called me on my birthday. The last thing I said to him was to be careful up on that tower and that I loved him. Today, being the anniversary of his death has hit so hard and I just can't stop crying. I think it's that, and also knowing of so many people suffering in this ole world. Here's the tribute that we did for Rich:
http://www.Minot.com/jlh