Donald-Bick-Obituary

Donald Bick

Richmond, Virginia

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October 10, 2004 Donald A. Bick, 56, of Richmond, Va., died Sunday, Oct. 10, 2004. He is survived by his mother, Dorothy Hargreaves, of Wilkes-Barre, Pa.; brother, John Hargreaves, of Great Meadows, N.J.; and nephew, John G. Hargreaves. Mr. Bick was the associate professor of percussion at...

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I'm sorry I didn't see this when it was posted. He was a very patient teacher

To Mr. Bick's family and to his colleagues and students at VCU, we are holding you in our hearts and extend our sincere sympathy.
The nurses of PCVU at St. Mary's Hospital

I only met Donald a few times, through a mutual friend, M. Kurgans. As we talked about our careers once, Donald proudly said, "I played the first note ever heard in a performance at the Kennedy Center (DC). At the KC opening, the orchestra was playing a piece that began with a drum beat (Copeland maybe). He was the percussionist.

He was very talented, and a nice person. He will be missed.

Linda Redmond

I have known Donald for more than 40 years. A sweeter man there wasn't. He had a wonderful smile and a devilish sense of humor, both of which will be sorely missed. I'm sure he's playing music while the angel's sing!

We are very saddened by Mr. Bick's passing. He has been a wonderful teacher and mentor for our son for the past 6 years. His musical wisdom and advice will be greatly missed by Tyler. He was a wonderful musician who loved his craft and passed that love and dedication on to his students.

I was deeply saddened to hear of Mr. Bick's passing. I was fortunate to have been a student of his at VCU. Not only was he a marvelous musician and teacher, he also provided sincere counsel and advice as needed. His love and enthusiasm for music was contagious, and I am grateful to have known him.

Donald was a supportive and caring friend. I will remember him always for his curiosity, warmth and humor and the kindness he showed to me and my family. I will always remember with deep affection how he would visit my mother and listen to operas during her own illness as well as his joy playing foster dad to my dog. I will greatly miss my long conversations with Donald.