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[Comments] (6) : My grandfather, Roy Dalton Richardson, has died. Like my father and myself, he was stubborn and emotionally quiet. But he was passionate, and he worked his whole life, and when he couldn't work anymore it hurt. Every since I've been able to formulate the thought, he's been my image of how I would be when I was older. He was the first person I saw grow old. I loved him, and now he's gone, from my life and many others. May he rest in peace.

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Posted by Susie at Mon Sep 06 2004 22:59

Thanks, Leonard, that was beautiful. I will be home Thursday night.

Posted by Sumana at Tue Sep 07 2004 05:17

My condolences. I'll be at the service. Rest in peace, Dalton.

Posted by pedro at Tue Sep 07 2004 15:04

I'm very sorry to hear that. I'll be praying for you all.

Posted by Joe at Tue Sep 07 2004 21:18

I Remember fondly the time I met him that July 4th Holiday on the Richardson Farm back in 1992, I think. I recall Dalton Shooting the birds, and lighting off all the fireworks that the Richardson Grandparents had bought. That is among the happiest memories of my life.

Posted by Andrew Northrup at Wed Sep 08 2004 10:59

I'm really sorry to hear that.

Posted by Riana at Wed Sep 08 2004 16:30

My condolences to you and your family.


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