There was a period of time in my life when Big Rick was like a second dad to me. During that time in my life, if it weren’t for Uncle Rick and Aunt JoAnne, I simply wouldn’t have survived. I have hundreds of memories of him and it’s difficult to narrow it down to a favorite. I guess the funniest memory would be the time Little Rick and I caught him sleeping in the floor while he was watching TV (a golf game, I’m sure) and we tried to slip his hand in warm water, hoping to make him pee himself. He woke up and busted us doing it. He seemed mad at the time, but that patented Big Rick smile eventually came out.I love you Big Rick. You are going to be missed, but you will always be a hero to me.