Matthew Richardson

Mr. Richardson you live forever in the hearts of your loved ones and the students you taught so passionately. You were the definition of what a teacher should be. You were calm, kind and understanding. I remember the excitement you had in your eyes when shearing your adventures with with us. Thank you for being my 3rd grade teacher.

Rest In Heaven Mr. Richardson I´ll never forget you. You was my 3rd grade teacher, I been holding on this Apple Christmas ornament you gave me with Mr. R on it and my name with year 99´ next to it. I tell my wife and kids our history every Christmas as I still put the ornament on our Christmas tree.

Mr.Richardson, I always think about you, i remember being cold in the mornings and you would tell me to jump around to warm the body. I dont know why, i remember you hated the word "fall" so you had us all saying autumn haha. You were stern but kind. You were one of the good ones. I admired your tenacity. R.I.P Mr.richardson.

He was my third grade teacher and he used to be so strict on me at the time I hated it but thinking back it taught me so much and I will never forget him still think about him to this day

He was my third grade teacher the year before this happened. I´ve never forgotten him. It was a school that required uniforms and he never ever gave me a hard time about not wearing one. I remember getting teased by other students for giving him flowers I picked out at recess one time. I´ll never forget him.