Richard D. Winslow

Growing up with my grandparents raising me and the rest of the world thinking their son John was my brother instead of my uncle, I grew up having Dick stopping by the house all the time. He was always kind-hearted. I never saw him any other way. When grandpa passed on Christmas Night in 2004, we gave Dick a lot of the things we had bought for gramps for Christmas...turns out, they wore the same size. Dick was at the house after Grandpa passed, even went up to Tioga Point Cemetery with...

I feel as if a large piece of myself is forever gone with the loss of Dick. My life is forever changed and I promise not a day will go by that I wont be overwhelmed with pain and sorrow. I lost my best friend , my teacher , my hero. I loved this man dearly . Tim Guiles