Book of Memories for Richard Urbanski

Memorial Candle lit by Mary

Sat, 16 Mar 2013 23:57:50 EDT

Mary

Story shared: Birthday

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 18:16:27 EST

Dick, You will soon be celebrating your 80th birthday this month and would not have wanted us to make a fuss. You would probably think 80 was pretty old. I miss you so much and sometimes feel lost without you. I'm sure your sons, their wives and the girls miss you too. Love, Mary

Memorial Candle lit by The Urbanski Family

Thu, 22 Nov 2012 22:09:47 EST

The Urbanski Family

Memorial Candle lit by Mary

Mon, 12 Nov 2012 21:42:13 EST

Mary

Condolence From Tom Reilly

Fri, 09 Nov 2012 12:27:13 EST

What a great story Tim. Cherish all the wonderful memories. My sympathy and ondolences go out to your and your entire family.

Memorial Candle lit by Pauline & Brian

Wed, 07 Nov 2012 19:40:39 EST

Pauline & Brian

Condolence From Mark & Kathy Zup

Wed, 07 Nov 2012 12:34:45 EST

Tom & family, We are so sorry to hear of your dads passing. You are in our hearts and prayers. Hugs, Kathy & Mark Zup

Memorial Candle lit by Emily

Wed, 07 Nov 2012 09:58:03 EST

Emily

Memorial Candle lit by Allison

Wed, 07 Nov 2012 09:54:04 EST

Allison

Condolence From julie wilson

Tue, 06 Nov 2012 21:24:42 EST

Dear Crystal and Tim, John and I are so sorry to hear of your dad's passing. You are in our thoughts and prayers. Julie and John Wilson

Condolence From Stuart and Debbie Knilans

Tue, 06 Nov 2012 18:28:29 EST

Tom and Family : Please accept our deepest sympathy for the loss of your father. Our thoughts are with you.

Story shared: My Father (by Tim Urbanski)

Mon, 05 Nov 2012 20:23:56 EST

I was never an athlete like my father (Dick) or my brother (Tom) were. If a sport required sticks or balls or pucks, it generally required more skill and coordination than I had. I could run, though, and I ran track throughout my junior high and senior high school years. On a damp, cold day in the spring of my junior year at Harding High School, the track team had a meet at the home field in late afternoon. It was drizzling rain and I looked up at the bleachers as I stretched before my race. Among the five people seated there was my father, in his trench coat over his shirt and tie. I walked over to the fence and said to him, “Nobody comes to a track meet on a cold, rainy day.” He said, “I was in the neighborhood, and I wanted to watch you run today.” My father was always there for my brother and me. He was scoutmaster of my troop in the fifth grade. He played tour guide of the Pepsi Bottling Plant for my classmate Tom and me on Career Day in eighth grade. In high school, my friend Bill would drop by the house on Saturday mornings when I was sleeping in late, and Bill would spend an hour chatting with my dad in the garage before I woke up. (I secretly believed that Bill enjoyed hanging out with my dad more than with me.) My father was always there for his kids and their friends. Rest peacefully, Dad. And thank you for everything. Love, Tim

Photo shared: Urbanski,_Richard_2.jpg

Sun, 04 Nov 2012 16:16:54 EST

Photo shared: Urbanski,_Richard_1.jpg

Sun, 04 Nov 2012 16:16:43 EST