Denton County Outlaws(mens roller derby)
***This precious letter was written by the 1st person who ever gave me a chance in radio when I first moved to America. The one thing I remember about working for him was his penchant for randomly busting into James Brown's happy feet dance moves during airchecks or just about whenever he felt the urge.
He wrote this several years after I had left his employ to work for his competition. I never saw him again, but have thought of him often over the years and actually spent the last 3 trying to find him to no avail.
I gave up.
Two weeks ago I had the most intense dream about him and woke up feeling as though he were actually in the room with me...in the dream he kept talking about "the letter". I dug thru my files to find this. I hadn't looked at it in 13 years.
I immediately got on line to again see if I could find him and was completely devastated to discover he died just 9 months ago. The reason I had not been able to locate was because he had left radio altogether, learned Portugese and was teaching English in Rio De Jainero at the time of his death.
“When one person is missing the whole world seems empty.”
You always see those websites that collect & post hateful notes from angry neighbors or irritated co workers or about bad parking but I couldnt find anywhere to post something so personal, so full of goodness, so exquisite and so full of light....and here we are
Dear Richard, Obrigado por continuar a partilhar a sua luz com o mundo. você acreditou em mim e agora eu estou lendo a sua carta mais e mais estou aprendendo a novamente. ~j