Richard Charles "Dick" Thomas

Hey, old pal - you´ve been gone such a long time but it feels like a minute ago we were propped up watching golf and playing on our laptops. You are missed, you are loved, you are never forgotten. Still have your sand wedge on my shelf. Barb and I stay in touch from time to time and your name is always in the conversation. I so wish you were still here among us. I hope there truly is the afterlife you didn´t believe in and that you are whole and happy on the 13th. xo

Still think of you all the time, Dick. You will never be far from my thoughts. Have your sand wedge on a shelf in my living room and wear your Mick Jagger bathrobe all the time. You fought the good fight and I am honored to have fought it with you. Much love in this memory.

I miss you still. And i am so privileged to have spent that six months caring for you. Your sense of humor, shining and unexpected, pushed though your pain and made us both happy for just a minute. And god, remember the first days of learning to dress all your wounds from that horrible surgery? we´d start at the top and by the time we got to the bottom it was time to start at the top again. But we got better at it and you were so patient. we went to the putting green in your pajamas. We...

I wish I could have been with him more. I loved him dearly and my heart breaks for him and all who loved him. Sincerely, His personal RN when he came into the cancer center for treatment. I will always think of him and his mischievous smile.

I miss you and think of you often. Thank you for visiting me in my dreams.

Ah, Dick - to this day I feel it was such a privilege to spend the last six months of your life with you. we were rarely apart: texting from the guest room, to watching golf on your bed, to putting down the hallway, to Eastmoreland in your pajamas on the putting green, to making sure you were as comfortable as possible. when you breathed your last breath ? that is something I will never forget -- you fought the hard fight and fought it with such bravery...it felt hugely unfair. I hope you are...

man, i still miss you so much: time isn't helping. i hope you're someplace lovely, whole and free and laughing. a place with perfect greens and the stones playing at the nineteenth. xo

My dear friend, Dick, I think of you every day. I remember the day we met when you invited me in to your condo for a beer. More than 20 years later, we were still friends. Thank you for all the memories. I miss you so much!

I met Dick playing squash at the RAC. We became friends... He was always friendly, kind, open to go out any time for any reason, and a fun guy to be with. Thank you Dick for your friendship.