dear friends and family, ...THANK YOU to all for your outpour of love and support during this difficult time. we're all hanging in there and getting through the shock as best we can - we have no choice. i've been asked to send out this eulogy that was written for our father's memorial service on the east coast and read by my cousin, lauren. for those of you who knew jim richardson well, it will be of no surprise. for those of you who didn't, it will give you greater insight as to who this man was and what he lived for. either way, i hope it will serve as comfort and closure to a life miraculously, wonderfully, and fully lived. please note we've included below updated memorial service details for the "100 Day Buddhist Ceremony," along with contact/contribution information for Friends Without A Border. THANK YOU for your generosity and love... November 18, 2007
“Hi Daddy, it's me, Lary. I'm here!
Can you hear me? I'm here. Everything's going to be ok. You're going to be just fine. I love you. I'm here. Everything's going to be just fine.” Those are the words I know you heard when I arrived at your bedside last Friday. I remember seeing your eyes flicker open, acknowledging my presence. Your brow creased; you were so excited to see me. I wish I'd been there sooner. I know you wanted to write me a note. You indicated so clearly with your hands for us to give you paper and pen and tried so hard to write something to me. I don't know what you would have said but I don't care because in the past 30 years you've raised me (because you've never stopped), you said absolutely everything. And the only thing that matters is that you love me. God, you have no idea how much we miss you. I always knew I loved you but I had no idea how painful it would be to be without you. 30 years. 30 years! What would we have done without you? I know you don't like hearing it but I've always said you are our angel, that God sent you to us to protect us and to guide us…to love us and to teach us. Now I know that more than ever to be true. It's been a few days already and I still can't believe you're gone. I woke up the morning after and told Larry that I'd had a bad dream, that I dreamt you died. Was it true? Was it possible? Were you really no longer there? Hadn't I just seen you weeks earlier at my house? Weren't you just hugging me and holding my newborn baby? I still expect you to be at your computer in the loft. I still expect to hear your voice when I call. Is it really possible that all I have now are memories of you? I can still see your face clearly, hear your laugh, see your smile. It was always my intent to make you happy and to make you proud. I hope we did that. Daddy, thank you so much for being the very best father we could ever have. You sacrificed so much and gave us everything. I promise, your legacy of integrity, character, honesty, hard work and concern for others is what Riny and I will instill in our children. I know your wish is that your grandchildren grow to become educated and responsible members of society, that they feel themselves to be ‘citizens of the world' and therefore concerned about the welfare of other nations and peoples besides their own…what I can tell you is you taught us exactly that and served as the best role model of strength and self respect we could ever have. We will love, honor and remember you always. As for everyone here today, they all knew you in some capacity, be it brother in law, uncle, relative or colleague. And in speaking to them, everyone seems to remark the same thing – what a wonderful and gentle soul you are. You appeared so mild mannered to the naked eye but were in fact such a passionate and dry witted soul. Your thoughtfulness and wisdom were infinite and your compassion and care for others the standard by which you lived your life. Since I could never express that clearly, I will let your own words speak your truth. Thank you for this gift you've left us. I don't know that it was intended for public consumption but here are edited pieces of your hidden farewell speech we discovered…I love you, Daddy. I love you so much.
Oh, Daddy. We love you. Thank you for everything. There will never be a day that passes that we don't think of you and see you and wish you were here. We have the rest of our lives to live – I wish my children Strachan and Luca could know you – but realize you will be with us always and forever, in who we are and what we do. To that end, I promise to continue fighting for and supporting Friends Without a Border and your beloved Angkor Hospital for Children. I will ask all our friends and family to do the same. It's no consolation but I realize now that the risk we took in you having this surgery was so you could return to Cambodia to be with the people and place you love. My heart breaks that your heart broke but know you are watching over us. “Daddy, I see you now! You're the healthiest and happiest you've ever been.
You're in the garden of Villa Nida, totally relaxed and sitting in a wicker chair. You're wearing a purple, checkered sarong and you have the biggest smile on your face. Don't move. We'll be right there." James Strachan Richardson
January 28, 1944 – November 14, 2007 Dear Family and Friends, It is with great sadness and devastation that we must share the news of our father's passing yesterday morning, November 14, 2007 at 3:00am. Mommy, Riny, and I were by his bedside, holding him and loving him until his last breath. The course of events that led to his death are as follows...pending the transfer to Stanford Medical Center for a possible heart transplant, doctors delayed the trip from last Friday to Tuesday in order to stabilize his vitals. On arrival to the hospital Tuesday, we were told the transfer would take place at 4pm. At 2pm his heart and breathing were still "fluttering" so a procedure was done wherein Dad's heart was given electric shock and essentially "re-booted" in order to establish a more consistent rhythm. Having successfully done that, the cardiac intensive care team from Stanford was given the green light to arrange the transfer of our father and of all the machines attached to him. This included the heart pump, kidney dialysis, breathing apparatus and more. A dedicated team of flight nurses, EMTs, and respiratory therapists took 3 1/2 hours to delicately unhook and reattach all the tubes and medications in preparation of the mobile ICU. So fragile was Dad that it took a total of 13 persons to lift him onto the gurney. All the while, he fought bravely to endure the discomfort and pain. His eyes were open and alert where they had not been for days and somehow, he gathered the strength to mouth “I love you” to Riny as she held his hand and cheered him on. Anticipating his departure to Stanford, Larry, Meme, the babies and I left for Palo Alto where we checked into a hotel and awaited news of his arrival. Instead, Riny called at 10:30pm to say Daddy's lungs had collapsed, his blood pressure had dropped, and despite all efforts of the medical team, they would no longer be able to complete the transfer. Reattaching all tubes and machines back in place, the cardiac care team worked to bring his blood pressure up and to increase his lung capacity. At this point, he had jaundice due to his failing liver and because of the poor circulation in his system, his extremities were compromised and his toes, fingers, and ears were purple, in danger of permanent damage. Needing to work on him, the team suggested Riny and Mother go home, which they did, arriving at approximately 12:45am. Around 2:00am the phone rang and the surgeon in charge said Daddy was declining quickly and that we should come. Mother, Riny, and I raced across the Bay Bridge and through the ER to the cardiovascular ICU where we found Daddy surrounded by doctors, interns, and the entire night staff. The look on their faces said it all. He was “breathing” but only with the assistance of a machine. Within minutes of our arrival, he was officially pronounced dead. THANK YOU to everyone for all your calls and emails checking on Father before, during, and after the operation. We are still reeling from the shock of his sudden and unexpected death but the bottom line is he was very sick - much more so than anyone knew. Once he reacted negatively to the initial surgery, he quickly spiraled from there. Daddy's poor body simply couldn't take the strain of such an invasive operation and within hours, his vital organs began to shut down. Our only consolation is that Father took the risk of having heart valve surgery so he could return to the country, people, and place he so loved - Siem Reap, Cambodia. Without it he would have been restrained to a life in the States; with a successful surgery, he could have returned to his dream of a life and adventure abroad. On that note, we ask that in lieu of flowers, Family and Friends re-direct their outpour of love and generosity to the following non-profit organization. As you may know, once retired, Father moved to Cambodia to serve as a volunteer at Angkor Hospital for Children (AHC) in their Capacity Building and Health Education Program (CBHEP). It was a great passion of his and one which he would be happy to see us all support. Given the hospital's expanding Pediatric Cardiac Program, we find it very fitting that our father's death from cardiac failure would ironically and wonderfully give life. Friends Without A Border: 1123 Broadway, Suite 1210 New York, NY 10010 Tel: (212) 691-0909 Fax: (212) 337-8052 e-mail: fwab@fwab.org; www.fwab.org For donations, please go to: http://www.fwab.org/donate.php
A lifelong Buddhist, James Strachan Richardson will be given a "100 Day" Buddhist Memorial Service in Long Beach, CA., tentatively scheduled for Sunday, February 24, 2008, from 9:00am -12:00pm (to be confirmed) at: Khemara Buddhikaram Cambodian Temple
2100 W. Willow Street Long Beach, CA. 90810 Contact: Olary Yim 310.980.8880 This later date will hopefully allow those unable to attend a previous service to make the necessary arrangements to join us in celebrating Jim's life. Please feel free to forward this e-mail to anyone who may be interested. Thank you again for your love and support. |
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