Another year has passed, nineteen in all. On this day, I am thinking of my colleague Richard Rosenthal. I knew Rich as a kind, soft-spoken gentleman and a dedicated, reliable professional, but he was also a husband and father who worked tirelessly every day to take care of his beloved family.
I’m sorry, Rich. Life is not fair, not in the least. You should have had decades more to spend with your family. I get choked up every time I think about how much they must be missing you.
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