When in the presence of the man – Richard Twiss – I was always overcome with the sense that it was vastly more than man I was in the presence of. He could wear the moccasins of anyone he encountered. He made people smile and laugh — equipped them to see what they were currently blind of or by. A man who soared on the breeze of love, understanding, compassion, sacrifice and relationship. Richard was a refreshing breeze to me. I will think of him when the winds whisper, the rains rein, and the sun soothes. I will miss him.