D.-Doherty-Obituary

Rev. D. Richard Doherty

Raleigh, North Carolina

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Very Reverend D. Richard DohertyJanuary 31, 1948 - January 4, 2015RaleighVery Reverend D. Richard Doherty, 66 years old, died on Sunday, January 4, 2015 in Raleigh, NC. He was born in Amesbury, Massachusetts on Jan 31, 1948 to the late Donald and Isabel Doherty. He is survived by his sister,...

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Still cannot believe that you are gone from our earthly life. can't wait to see you in the next. RIP bernie deckelman, new orleans

Together in seminary in the 1980's in Toronto. Memory Eternal.

So many wonderful memories of good times and laughter. So much kindness and love of God. We remember and are inspired to continue in the same joy in the Lord.

I have so many fond memories of Richard around the community and around St. Mary's, but my favorite is a picture of him line-dancing after my wedding mass to "The Holy Ghost Will Set Your Feet A'Dancing". I suspect he is already dancing to that tune in heaven, waiting for all his friends to join him!

D. Richard was a wonderful brother in the Lord while he was in Ann Arbor. He always had a kind word and a hearty laugh. May God warmly embrace him as he enters his reward.

Live, laugh, love forever!

Good Sir Richard: Hold that Pearly Gate open, my friend. We'll be seeing you again soon! /rds

I knew Richard in the 60's and 70's in Ann Arbor - he was like a father to all of us children, learning to live and love, and live with God. He laughed, he chuckled, and he loved us unconditionally. I'm still making turkey stuffing the way he taught me. You had so much pain, Richard, I am glad you are released and that your Spirit is free.....you are missed.

His belly laugh, his vast knowledge, his priestly ministry, his Bostonian culture and Bean Town accent, his love of God, his love of life and of his friends...so much to say. May you rest in peace and joy in the banquet of God's' love. Dennis

Fr. Richard was an influence on my life. I grew up as a teenager with him in our family kitchen many, many evenings. I can still hear his roaring laughter, or watch his hands curled in front of him bouncing up and down in synchrony (as if receiving a blessing). I assumed that all people loved the heavenly things, don't they?
Fr. Richard used the shepherd's crook to keep me in line. And his instrument of cajoling was his entire life of devotion to God. In Ann Arbor in the...