I must confess to avoiding posting here, though I have been reading it. My attitude on death is a bit matter of fact, in what most would consider a healthy way. But dealing with how much I miss this man is something I have avoided. Until this birthday. I got up, and as is my habit I grabbed my Larrivee and started noodling and singing songs I am working on. I always start my day this way. But I found myself doing Angus Frazier, and Margins of My Neighborhood. I wasn't sure why until I realized that it was Rick's birthday. I sang Voices of Struggle using the arrangement that I was going to do at Rick's memorial. For those that don't know, I had a heart attack just minutes before leaving for this. Nothing disappoints me more than not being able to play at that memorial, to lift up my voice with those who loved this man. I guess his birthday is the day that I finally dealt with the fact that I will never find another friend quite like Rick was to me. That is not to say I don't have wonderful friends, but Rick was different and special. I think Jeri knows exactly what I am talking about here.

Lorcan, I appreciate your starting this thread. Those of you who wish you had met him have reason to be disappointed. Those of us for whom he was a close friend must make sure his voice and music continue to be heard.

Happy Birthday, my friend, even if it is a few days late.

Love,

Mick