Richard Clyde Dunham

I may not see you with my eyes or hear you with my ears
But thoughts of you remain with me and help to dry my tears
You whisper in the rustling leaves that still linger in the fall
And in the gentle summer breeze im sure I hear you call
I remember all of the happy times and then I gently sigh
For someday we shall meet again and never say goodbye

Richard was one of the best friends of my entire life . He treated me as if I was a member of his family . I will never forget the wonderful friendships with him and his son Kevin . The memories I have growing up with the Dunham family in White Oak are among my most cherished times of my life . Richard was my teacher and my friend . I loved him and I will miss him always . May God bless all of his family and many friends .