My fondest memory of my Uncle Richard is when he flew in from Texas to officiate my sister’s funeral. That was the first time I truly remember meeting him, and it showed me exactly the kind of man he was. In one of the hardest moments of my life, he helped me through the pain of losing my sister and offered a new perspective that brought comfort and peace. Later that night, we stayed up together, eating my grandpa’s snacks, watching movies, and talking about memories. Those quiet hours meant more to me than he probably ever knew. In that moment, he wasn’t just my uncle or a pastor he was someone who helped me feel less alone. And I’ll always be thankful for that.