This week a regular at the starbucks I go to died; his name was Richard. He was found dead in his apartment by his family a couple of days ago by his family after not hearing from him from a few days. I didn’t know him extremely well but he did spend a lot of time with my friends and I at the coffee shop.
Rich was misunderstood by the young people here at starbucks; mostly due to how he dressed and the clothing he wore. Rich was an older man, maybe in his late fifties or early sixties. He dressed like a younger man, usually wearing jeans, loafers, and a button up shirt with some tribal patterns. He drove a fourth generation Mustang with a big loud v8 that you could hear from a mile away. He was often perceived as a strange guy, he was misjudged more than anyone I know. But once you got to know him you realized he was a very interesting man, he lived a full life and left an interesting legacy. I considered him to be something like a mediator of the people at the coffee shop; he often kept people in check and always tried to find compromise with everyone around him. He was genuinely one of the nicest people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.
I guess I only wrote this to keep a memory of Rich. His death came as a shock to everyone at the coffee shop. Everyone who knew him has great things to say about him. A man such as he should not be forgotten.
I’m going to miss hearing the roar of your V8, Rich. Rest in peace.