Sherry's Letter to Dick
Read on the Eve of His Funeral

Dear Dick,

I WILL MISS your help loading my equipment & dogs in the morning for work & meeting me in the driveway to help unload at night.

your loving care of the dogs.

your super catfish (and I don't like fish but how could I not love yours), shrimp, ribs, chicken, filet, pork chops, gumbo, the list goes on. You were not just a cook you became a chef. Why would I ever want to go out to eat when I had you.

your guiding me on the roads to keep the Hopelessly Lost from taking the unplanned scenic route.

your scolding me, "Sherry, STOP, take time & tie your shoes before you trip.

your trips running errands for me, & the groceries. I hated buying the groceries, so you took that task on along with the cooking.

your keeping my car & van spotless.

feeding our many adopted fat cats fed way too much.

you telling me I am pretty when I look like a rag & that I am not fat when I got upset from gaining weight.

your encouragement to go to that next show, judge when the opportunity came along, & to plan the breeding of that next litter.

My saddest moment with you was when I brought you your music only to see you could not hear the music anymore. I know now that you can hear it again. This gives me peace till we are together again to dance to that music.

With all my Love,
Sherry

Please read Dick's Obituary in the Topeka Capital-Journal.