Richard L. Harvey

Well, Richard, it´s been a rough week... I hated Tuesday. 17 years...seriously? Guess what I´m doing today? I finally... do not laugh at me... I´m dusting off and going through all your and moms vhs and dvds. Yes, I still have them. No, I can´t part w them. Benny Hill... your handwriting... Seinfeld/Golden Girls...Boston is like yesterday to me. Thanksgiving... mom and I roughed a few Thanksgivings together after your death... I found some of your last journals... I can´t find that...

Richard was/is my stepfather... I would like to contact his children. My mom is Wilhelmina, Mikki. I miss Richard every day... I have Richards photos... they need to get to the right place.... mom was too heartbroken when Richard passed to go through a lot of his personal items. I don’t want things to get lost in case anything happens to me... I’d like to make sure his love of photography and his photos of his grandchildren go to his family.

My fondest memory of my cousin, Dickie,was when I was about 5 years old & I was so excited that he was going to give me a ride in his convertible. We were at the house next door. When I got in he decided it would be fun to show me how the convertible's top worked. As the top was coming down, I guess I thought it was going to crush me, so I started crying & screaming. I was so loud that my mother heard me & came running over to see what had happened to me!