My Dad


My father, Lloyd Alexander Riche, passed away on January 31st. It’s been a sad and weird and sometimes beautiful time. While he’d been diagnosed with Parkinson’s a while back, his death was still sudden and unexpected. The doctor said he had pneumonia on Friday and died on Sunday. As a family, we were fortunate that the end was quick and peaceful and that it happened at home, where he was surrounded by family.

Here’s a photo of my Dad at his dapperest. In the 1980s, I appropriated those clothes and wore them to shreds.