Tuesday, February 5, 2019
While he was Husband, Dad, Grandad and much more, he was a office guy next door, a Rotarian, and best: a kind gentle friend. His talents for listening as well as painting his visions on paper were only a few of the quiet talents. I will really miss the shared Sunday frank talks about "senior life" that actually began on South Cherry Street. Both solo owners, we bonded while Russ devoured/ loved his Popeye chicken, and listened to what guys complain about every day. Frankly he was like a brother I never had, in that he made no judgement but simply accepted all as was explained. How rare indeed. He gave me one of his paintings and explained every stroke on the paper and the meaning for his passion in the style and color. His paintings were a diary of his life and his loves. I joked about thinking of him as Mr Field & Stream. Dunkin Donut income will diminsh with the loss of his ice coffee orders. Seeing Russ was one of my favorite Sunday morning habits and just laughing at life together made it so unforgetable. See you again.
