My Father Ricki

Although my father, Ricki, was not a part of my life growing up, I still recognize that he gave me the gift of life, and for that I am grateful. Our relationship was distant, so I don't have many personal memories or photographs to share. Even so, his passing has given me a moment to reflect on the importance of life, family, grace, and the paths that shape us.While our relationship was not what I may have hoped for, I choose to remember him with respect and wish him eternal peace. I am grateful for the life I've been given and for the family members who have loved, supported, and guided me throughout my journey. May he rest in peace, and may we all be reminded to cherish the time we have with those we love.

With love, 

Kesha Marshall