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In Memory of Richard G. Osborne December 20, 1944 - May 16, 2009
.....as we all knew and loved him..
I know that those of you that loved him wonder what happened... I don't have answers for you.
In his defense I'll say that it's my firm belief he never learned to heal from his losses, and he never learned to get past his fears of losing again. He carried around every single loss from the time of his mother's death when he was a young teen, and each loss afterwards added to his burdened heart. He told his V.A. doctor that he put each loss into a room in his heart, shut the door, turned the key, and walked away... my heart froze when he said that because I knew the energy it takes to keep those doors closed must be wearing him out. When his son died there simply was no room large enough for such a loss, and, after being widowed, no more strength to keep a door closed had there been. By the time his grandson died he simply could not deal with any more losses. He struggled on, trying for my sake, but the effort wore him out. He had no hope left in him. And being so new to being saved he didn't know yet how to turn to God for any.
At my insistence he had seen his doctors and on their advice had begun grief counseling but he believed himself to be too 'soft' to endure opening each of those doors.
He was scheduled to begin PTSD counseling the day after his suicide and I believe now that he believed he could not handle those sessions.
What I can tell you is that he loved and believed in each of you.
If God made unbreakable hearts, Rick would be here today, making us all laugh as we wallowed in that wonderful smile and those safe hugs. And I'll add that, although I'd wish him alive today, I could not wish for his heart to be any different then it was because his heart was the biggest part of him... he simply would not have been Rick had his heart been different.
I pray that he has found the peace he so needed.
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The faker - trying for sympathy...
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The flirt...
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The clown...
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Captain in a TV documentary...
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Building fence...
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His first chainsaw...
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Elk hunting above Raymond, WA
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VFW Post 3057 Westport, WA Color Guard, Memorial Day
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Naptime... |
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You want how many more lights????!!!????
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...and Rick gone on his idea of 'country' lol |
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I said "oh for heaven's sake Rick, you can't go outside looking like that - people will think I don't take care of you..." he said, "We live in Westport now Rea.. we don't have to dress up" |
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A picture he prized..
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