Dedicated to the memory of Richard
This site is a tribute to Richard Stockman, a very much loved son, devoted husband, father, grandfather, brother and loyal friend.
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Love to you all. Our thoughts are with you Phoebe and Tim. So sorry we can’t be at the church as we are looking after Jen’s girls on the farm. Lots of love Mary and Steve xx
Mary and Steve
7th August 2019
Whenever I think about Richard, I think of him at home with Posy and the family at West Dunster. If Richard knew we were coming down, he would meet us at the end of the long lane, usually with Barleigh, Purdey, Dulcie or Buffy in tow. I picture him walking from the house to greet us with his distinctive mop of hair framing a warm, welcoming smile. He would then invite us to take refreshments either at the house or, weather permitting, by the boat house or, if it was too chilly there, at his favourite spot in the garden. My most vivid recollections of Richard are of him sitting at the kitchen table at West Dunster, a favoured gathering spot for all the family, where lively conversations took place and many a project born. Looking at the gallery of photos assembled on Richard’s tribute page, some of him as a young man depicting his love of Sailing and travelling and some later in life surrounded by his family, I can see he truly had a remarkable life. I imagine he is now hoisting the Mainsail, charting his position and mapping his heading towards his beloved Posy.
Annie
6th August 2019
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone"
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone,"
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
And that is dying...
Henry Van Dyke
Perhaps the sea is a little in all of us - I certainly felt at home crossing the Drake passage in a 50 foot sailing yacht last year.
My thoughts are with you all.
Sarah
6th August 2019
