In Remembrance of Richard Dale Sanders

Your carcass was put in the dirt just a few days after your spirit was released. I wish I could say that I did not understand the pain you were going through, but unfortunately you managed to pass that pain onto me, with one caveat. You also passed onto me the knowledge of how much pain I would pass onto others if I followed in your footsteps. So 57 years later, I'm still waiting to join you. If God allows it, I might just punch you in the face when we meet again. Still hurting and missing you to this day.