We hear all our lives that life is short. When we reach our senior years, that phrase of how short life is becomes a reality. In grade school, a young boy transferred from the Allendale school to Mt. Carmel. He was a skinny, kind of freckled faced boy and rather shy. He rode a bike around his neighborhood and was a typical kid. I went through school with him and into High School. I dont remember the year he got his car, but I am thinking it was a 56 Chevy and he looked cool driving it. He started working early, probably to support that Cool Chevy. During his High School years, he kind of entered our group of kids and we girls all discovered he was a great dancer. He was still quiet, still kind of shy, but an awesome, sweet guy. We had parties (the soda pop and chips and music kind) and went to pool parties and danced the nights away. This guy was in our group, all through High School. He was a good buddy and a good guy. Our Senior year I told him that my little sister, 2 years younger had a crush on him and I think the same day, he investigated my information and found I had correctly reported. lol From that day forward that guy remained in my family, marrying my sister in 1968. He was a funny guy, with a great sense of humor. I was thinking this morning that I cannot remember one time when he wasnt anything but sweet and nice to me......called me Ang mostly. He was a wonderful soninlaw to my parents and they truly loved him as their own. He could get my dad laughing so hard that we would all be laughing. Such good memories. He was such a hard worker and good provider, and he was so proud of his twin boys, Jared and Justin, and his little girl, Jill. It is my opinion, that he didnt feel he was anything but ordinary, as he was a humble man. He was mistaken, if he thought that. He was an honorable man, who served His God, his Country (Viet Nam) and his family. A quiet, honest, man who loved my little sister with all his heart. He was my friend first, and family forever. I will miss William Richard Strockbine, who my daughter always called Uncle Richie and so Richie thank you for the man you were. I felt good knowing you were always there for my sister.
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 16:07:06 +0000
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