This blog has been established for those of you who love and care about my brother, Dennis M. Rich. Dennis battled sarcoma for over two years. His strength and courage is truly inspiring. This is a piece of his story.
Dennis has always been a larger than life person. This blog dedicated to him has definetly proven that. So you could probably imagine the lost of his presence not being at home with us. His presence was so strong that I can still feel so much of it around our home. Alot of people have said to me. Is it hard being in the house that Dennis and you shared and would you ever move? I feel everything about losing Dennis is hard. I think that being in the house that we created beautiful memories as a family. Would be the hardest thing in all of this to let go of. Our house was such a huge piece of Dennis and I'm not willing to let that go. Also, when Dennis was writing alot the last few weeks in ICU. He wrote to me. Do you like our house? Of course I replied I love our house and I'm very happy here and would not change a thing. He was so sweet he wrote I won't be hurt if you don't like it. I hope Dennis is looking down and watching me and the girls and seeing that we love our home that Dennis gave us so much love in and so many memories. I can't imagine us anywhere else. We love and miss you so much Dennis, Jodi& the girls oxox
I love you Jodi. You were so good to Dennis. I remember how much he wanted you and needed you by his side in the hospital. You were THERE for him. You made him feel safe and taken care of. You were so gentle and caring and you always knew what he wanted and needed and best of all, you told him all the things he longed to hear and you meant it. He built that house for you and his girls. He wanted you to stay, he wanted his girls to feel him in that house. I know I love being there, I feel close to him and I love seeing so many happy pictures of all of you. He had a great life and you made it even greater for him. I miss him so much and I wish there was something, anything to take away all of our pain. I know you have it hardest because your life has been turned upside down, your household isn't the same, your day to day isn't the same. I think about you every single moment of every day. So many people do. I am so sad because I miss my brother and even more sad for you and the kids. I just hope we can find some peace soon. I do know that I feel some when I'm w/ you and the girls and I'm very grateful for that. I love you all, Kelli xxoo
Jodi the house isn't just a house it's a home that you and Dennis made together, everything in it will always have good memories for you and the girls, the life that you had and the one you will make for the girls and yourself will have a strong foundation because it was built on love,it won't always hurt so much, someday there will be peace and comfort there. Your peace will come from within because you truly loved and nurtured him and he is at peace now. So please stay strong and better days will come. Days when you can breath without so much pain and hurt! I know that doesn't help now but I promise in time it will get bearable. Love You, Auntie Paula
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Love, Auntie Mary
Dennis has always been a larger than life person. This blog dedicated to him has definetly proven that. So you could probably imagine the lost of his presence not being at home with us. His presence was so strong that I can still feel so much of it around our home. Alot of people have said to me. Is it hard being in the house that Dennis and you shared and would you ever move? I feel everything about losing Dennis is hard. I think that being in the house that we created beautiful memories as a family. Would be the hardest thing in all of this to let go of. Our house was such a huge piece of Dennis and I'm not willing to let that go. Also, when Dennis was writing alot the last few weeks in ICU. He wrote to me. Do you like our house? Of course I replied I love our house and I'm very happy here and would not change a thing. He was so sweet he wrote I won't be hurt if you don't like it. I hope Dennis is looking down and watching me and the girls and seeing that we love our home that Dennis gave us so much love in and so many memories. I can't imagine us anywhere else. We love and miss you so much Dennis, Jodi& the girls oxox
I love you Jodi. You were so good to Dennis. I remember how much he wanted you and needed you by his side in the hospital. You were THERE for him. You made him feel safe and taken care of. You were so gentle and caring and you always knew what he wanted and needed and best of all, you told him all the things he longed to hear and you meant it.
He built that house for you and his girls. He wanted you to stay, he wanted his girls to feel him in that house. I know I love being there, I feel close to him and I love seeing so many happy pictures of all of you. He had a great life and you made it even greater for him.
I miss him so much and I wish there was something, anything to take away all of our pain. I know you have it hardest because your life has been turned upside down, your household isn't the same, your day to day isn't the same. I think about you every single moment of every day. So many people do. I am so sad because I miss my brother and even more sad for you and the kids. I just hope we can find some peace soon. I do know that I feel some when I'm w/ you and the girls and I'm very grateful for that.
I love you all,
Kelli
xxoo
Jodi the house isn't just a house it's a home that you and Dennis made together, everything in it will always have good memories for you and the girls, the life that you had and the one you will make for the girls and yourself will have a strong foundation because it was built on love,it won't always hurt so much, someday there will be peace and comfort there. Your peace will come from within because you truly loved and nurtured him and he is at peace now. So please stay strong and better days will come. Days when you can breath without so much pain and hurt! I know that doesn't help now but I promise in time it will get bearable. Love You,
Auntie Paula
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