Richard James Cowsill
August 26, 1949 - July 8, 2014





The following is a poem lovingly written by Richard's beautiful wife, Susan.



My Ricky
Maybe it's too hard as I ask you to stay,
   Maybe you'd rather be on your way.
   I hear Jesus is wonderful, he shines in the light,
   He's ready for you now, He has you in his sight.

So maybe I just have to let you go,
   It's gonna be hard to do, I want you to know.
   I've been with you my whole adult life,
   And sometimes it wasn't easy being your wife.

Fly high Dickie and don't look back,
   No more need for that prosak.
   No more chemo and no more blood tests,
   We all know you tried your very best.

So send me a sign and let me know your alright,
   I'll be looking for it as I lay sleepless at night.
   The tears in my eyes, the ache in my heart,
   Sometimes I think, it's gonna tear me apart.

Go on my Ricky, I'll be ok,
   Somehow I will find my way.
   I'll get up, I'll go out and play,
   Because tomorrow is another day.

Dedicated to my husband of 29 1/2 years, My Ricky,
   I'll miss ya babe. :(((





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