A MESSAGE FROM THE FAMILY
~ Family Eulogy ~ Good morning, and thank you to all who are here to celebrate the life of Rick Stanford. We would first and foremost like to give Thanks to our Heavenly Father for allowing my dad to spend 4 months with us after his accident, to allow him to have time to say things he needed to say. We would also like to thank everyone who has supported the family through this difficult time. Rick Stanford began his life from humble means. By now most of you know he came to this country speaking no English. His family was poor. His mother became a lunch lady and dad was often teased for eating the leftovers from school lunches. From that position in life he followed his calling into his career of medicine. He saved lives, soothed parents, and eased pain. From his success in pediatrics, he was able to build his wife their dream house in 1993 complete with an exterior of 100,000 pounds of stone. He loved her, worked extremely hard to provide for their family and keep them safe. We deeply love this man and are experiencing a profound loss of the anchor of our family. I am speaking today for the family but understand that I am voicing the combined experiences of our family members, with their various perspectives. We wanted to share the personal stories of how we remember Rick Stanford. From his oldest son, Rick jr. : As you all know Rick was not just a man of many words but of many facial expressions. He could not keep his feelings to himself. Right now he is probably looking down on us, giving an eye roll and saying ok hurry up and lets get this over with. Rick was always a mile a minute and living on hyperdrive. I remember once we were unloading groceries and I was coming back out to the car to get more bags when I see a flying frozen turkey being hurled towards me. I wasn’t even ready to catch it so I ducked, but the turkey ended up hitting me in the head. Like lots of dads, he liked to toss Luke, his youngest son, up in the air to see his reaction. One day Luke slid through his hands and hit the ground. Let's just us boys learned to wear helmets while in the house. He was also such a joker and I remember one time when Luke was little they came down for my high school graduation. He wanted to go out to Carlsbad Caverns which is about a 2 hour drive from El Paso, where I live and where dad grew up. Along the way there were signs that said watch for falling rock. Dad decides to tell Luke that there was an Indian chief that lost his son named Falling Rock. He placed signs everywhere telling people to look for his son. Luke said, “really dad I will look for his son falling rock” From his daughter Jessica: Growing up in Midwest City, my palate was not super expensive. I was fine with oatmeal and bologna sandwiches. My new dad with his European roots had much broader tastes in comparison. I was 7 at the time when I realized people actually ate chips and salsa in their homes and not just at restaurants. Suddenly the fridge filled with delights such as pickled herring and anchovy paste. Dad always hid those away in the back (to protect them? We are not sure) I always knew how devoted my dad was to my mom. His partnership was a model to me in how to find someone and build a family with them. He was also a very normal, protective, dad. He would threaten all of my boyfriends with castration and would remark that he knew how to complete the process clinically if they were to step out of line. For a while in high school, I was being harassed by a man who would drive by my house every night and try to stare in my window. He would sit in his car and turn the lights off. My parents initially thought that I was fabricating the story until they happened to see him make the rounds several times in one evening. Around 1 am after the individual circled for something like the fourth time, dad marched outside in his underpants, holding a rifle given to him by his arms enthusiast brother in-law, and stood looking either menacing or unhinged, I’m not sure. I was never bothered by the creep again. However, most of my memories of my dad are of the mundane. I have a bedtime (still) because of my dad. My children’s bedtime is also because of my dad. It is not my nature to be structured, but it is as though his internal clock lives in my head and drives my sense of routine. The routine and mundanity is like a soothing rhythm in my head. I can think of dad, keeping busy, running errands, enjoying tasks for what they were. For that I am grateful. When I was fourteen you told me to sing “Think of Me” at your funeral. I’m too rusty to hit that high G but I’m going to do you one better. I’m going to actually think of you, with love, always. From his wife Laurie: The stories of his selflessness are too numerous to count, but I’ll just say,…he married this woman who had 2 children, one of whom was chronically ill and multihandicapped. One of his fellow residents asked him why he was dating me, and said “Have you seen her kid?” Rick’s retort was, “Oh, that must be the one she locks in the closet when I come over.” To me when I essentially asked the same thing, he said,”Laurie, kids don’t come with 5 year 50,000 mile warranties, you take what you get.” We were married 6 months later. People said it would never last. We celebrated our 37th anniversary when he was in the hospital. What everyone needs to know is Rick was a REAL MAN, not perfect, but a wonderfully complex person. One of his last nights we shared on this earth he said, “You’re my soulmate, always have been, always will be.” He’s mine too, now and forever. So a few funny things about him…he won an Elvis impersonation contest in Las Vegas (just a few years ago). He set his car on fire in my driveway a couple of months after we got married, and really upset the neighbors. He was trying to clean his engine. He had a real thing about fixing things with epoxy, duct tape or velcro. He loved to cook as long as it involved FRYING. If it was fried, he would eat it, and to all you cardiology people…His heart scan score was ZERO. He thought Montana was going to be his dream job. After 189 inches of snow, we were BOTH DONE, but when it snowed 6 inches on Memorial Day, he called the movers and pushed the day we were leaving to the SAME DAY our kids got out of school. Imagine a red 4runner with 2 car seats for the boys, 2 little 9 year old girls in the back ( because of course we brought Jessica’s best friend Keeley with us) my Volkswagen rabbit behind being towed and our Golden Retriever (Ginger) in the rabbit with her head out the window. When we got to Oklahoma on our way to pick up Rick Jr. in El Paso, I asked him to stop our caravan. He did, I got out and kissed the red dirt. Swore I would never gripe again about getting it out of the kids clothes. He loved to barbecue, but it took a few years to get it right. One time there was so much smoke coming out of the grill, our 4 year old Luke called 911. Then Rick closed the grill, made all the kids go inside, shut our doors and made it look like no one was home when the fire truck came down the street. Very difficult with Luke screaming , “Daddy, look the fire truck is coming to our house!” The most important thing was he made our menagerie into a REAL family. It changed in size and number depending on who needed a safe place to land. He was loving and loyal and stubborn, and I was blessed to have him as my one true love for 37 years. What happens when the builder of that house and the person with whom you share the dream of family gets sick and then dies? If you are fortunate to be in our circle, a literal army of volunteers shows up. They sit bedside and tolerate my dad’s gestures with a yonker, attempt to read lips and deliver Dr. Pepper at appropriate intervals through an eye dropper. They bond with the other volunteers around the shared purpose of protecting not just this person that they love, but the people that he loves. It’s a bit like weaving a basket. Everyone has to bend to fill a gap and help make our community able to withstand some unfavorable conditions. Everyone has a space and a role. After all, a stone house is perfectly safe, but a basket is a much softer place to fall. Our actual family, Connor Lonergan and Jon Metz both nephews, and his sister, Karen Bandy came from far away states to help. Thank You doesn’t begin to express how deeply their love and care meant to all of us. This is our opportunity to thank those volunteers who both showed up and back channeled resources for us to give dad the absolute best chance of survival. You gave the gift of your time which meant we ALL got time with dad. Emily Wallace and her family, Amanda Maltby, Debbie Barnard; you are beyond employees. You are our family. Janie Cole, you continue to show us what it looks like to serve God. We were blessed with many nurses who were willing to go above and beyond to make sure their practices aligned with their values and for them we are grateful. They were a refuge in the midst of so much trauma. We won’t forget the physicians who went above and beyond trying to give him a chance at survival…Dr. Mary Margaret Brandt, Dr. John Huff, and Dr. El Bandayosy. You were heroes to us. To Cornerstone Hospital: You gave us the most precious gift of time. We did not know that the time would be so short. For those of you who don’t know, Cornerstone is a long term acute care facility in Shawnee. If you ever are in the position of needing to pick a facility for a loved one, we highly endorse this group of healers. It was at this place where we had the most calm, most repair, and maintained our dad’s dignity. EVERYONE there…nurses, respiratory therapists, and physical and occupational therapists, and aids, and any and ALL the employees became our family. It was the one place where we ALL felt safe. These wonderful people have continued to text and call us. They were there during some of the hardest transitions and continued to be available anytime. We can’t list all their names, just KNOW, they are a force of GOOD dedicated to sending patients back to their real lives and families. Thank You is so inadequate a phrase. One story about Rick and Cornerstone….he woke up in another ICU, much closer to his home. His first words to me, (his wife) were, “When can we go back to Shawnee?” Anyone who knew him would understand how incredible that statement was for a man who NEVER really wanted to be anywhere but his home. Our community of volunteers has been more like a community of angels. We had medical knowledge, political wisdom, strategic savvy, and superseding all of that were wise ministers of faith reminding us over and over again that God is Sovereign. To Perry Santos, Kathleen Santos, Roy Elterman, Niyati Sheth, Debbie Dulude, Susan Borsky, Tom Hennebry, Barbara Reed, A. J. Reed, Margaret Thompson, Amy Boles, Diana Davis, Tracy Troyer, Jack Ligon, Jim Thomas, Sharon Domek, Shelly Henry, Mike Swisher, Mike Grimes, Doug Franz, and Kate Nicholson you answered the call of service over and over again. Thank you for caring for dad so that we all could have precious, precious time. There was also a whole legion of support people who enabled our family to survive.Dr. Johnny Griggs, Dr. Dave Domek, Dr. Mike Kutner, Dee Dee, Ben, Frank Cheeseman, Cheryl, Alberto, Larry, Erica, and Doyle. We also can’t forget the legions of prayer warriors who NEVER gave up on his survival and soul. Last but not least all the patients, former patients and friends who sent hundreds of cards and letters and notes. We can’t tell you how much they encouraged Rick to keep fighting. Dad’s fight in the last 4 months was brutal. He worked hard to heal inside and out, and still did the sacred work of making ready. We were lucky because we could show dad our capacity for building by showing up to care for him. He could see that when he was gone we were going to be okay. Looking out today I see other parts of the same community we built. We are each other's safe space to be in this tragic loss of this man. I am so glad you are here so that we can grieve together. You know how special Rick Stanford was. Let’s honor his life with excellence, service, terrible jokes, lamentable television shows, and then family. He would want all of these things for everyone here. Now, as Rick would say “Be careful.” Let your loved ones know when you’re safe

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