While my family never gave up hope and perpetually kept an optimistic viewpoint, it appeared that my father’s courageous battle with cancer was rapidly drawing to a close.

On May 13th, 2008, my father passed away. The process of healing after a death is a lifelong experience. I have vowed to live each day in remembrance of Ray Richardson and live out the legacy that he set before me.

As my college graduation date drew near, I became painfully aware that my dad and I would not be able to enjoy the trip we had begun to plan for my graduation gift. Physically, I knew that I would not hike with him, yet I was keenly aware that spiritually he would be present as I embarked on the PennyBen hike.