May 14, 2009
Rickard, Rollin W.
Rollin William “Rick” Rickard, a resident of Roslindale for 30 years, died Tuesday, May 12, 2009 at St. Elizabeth’s Hospital in Brighton after a brief illness. He was 65. Rick was born September 14, 1942 in Mobile, Alabama, the son of William H., and Hazel Amelia (Smith) Rickard. He graduated from Newman Preparatory School in 1965 and earned his bachelor’s degree in history and economics from the University of Massachusetts at Amherst in 1970. Rick served in the US Navy as a radarman 2ndclass during the Vietnam War. He worked as a hospital administrator for both the Mass General Hospital and for the Eunice Shriver Medical Center in Boston. He became Vice President of Shriver Clinical Service in Wakefield 15 years ago and worked there until 2008. Rick is survived by his wife of 15 years, Penny Sue (Holmquist) Rickard; his two sons, Benjamin R. Rickard and Matthew H. Rickard; his sister Carmen R. Marcy of Ardmore, Pennsylvania; his nephew, Henry O. Marcy 5th; and his two nieces, Maribel M. Pregnall and Jennifer M. Archard. Visitation with Rick’s family will be from 10-11 AM on Friday, May 15th, followed by a funeral service at the Folsom Funeral Home, 63 Belgrade Avenue, Roslindale at 11 o clock. Burial will be in Mt. Hope Cemetery, Boston. In lieu of flowers donations to the Parkway Little League, PO Box 320152, West Roxbury, MA 02132 would be appreciated.
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Rick was always so kind, encouraging, and supportive to me. He was a great boss. I loved his sense of humor and was amazed at his ability to calculate large numbers in his head when we were working on budget projects together. I always loved hearing stories about his sons (baseball practice, school progress, Chuck E. Cheese adventures, how tall they were growing); he was so proud of them. He was a pleasure to work with and I will miss him. My condolences to his family.
After all these years, I still miss Rick, and sometimes ask him to pray for me. We were briefly engaged to marry many years ago, but parted. I loved his mind, his outrageous sense of humor, his faith. Rick, do know that I still think of you and need your prayers. The last time I saw him, we walked in Rockport and stopped for ice cream. He called me on the phone just before he died to sing “The Parting Glass” The one time he got really angry with me: he was singing something and I said he sounded like Bing Crosby. A Died in the wool Alabama fan, this offended him and his whiskey voice. Sorry, Rick! I loved your voice!