God saw that he was getting tired; a cure was not to be... So He put His arms around you Big Rick, and whispered "Come to me, Son!" with tearful eyes, we watched Pops suffer, and saw him fade away... Although we loved Big Rick dearly, we couldn't make him stay... A golden heart stopped beating, hardworking hands to rest! God broke our hearts to prove 2 us, "He only takes the Best!" Until we meet again!
Love you Fella!