Richie was born in Flushing NY, and at the age of six the family relocated to Ronkonkoma NY, and so his story begins….
He attended kindergarten at Cherokee Street School, where some of his lifelong friendships were created. As soon as he was old enough he started playing tee-ball, and he knew then his love for the game. He was known for his strong pitching arm, and played for St Joseph CYO, SYAG, and also was on numerous travel teams. Loving all sports he joined a football league and played as a running back for several years. He even enjoyed playing Deck Hockey in Centereach along with his brother Michael, and many other guys he met along the way, because of his engagement in sports.
Moving forward to adulthood and all its responsibilities, he managed to find the time to continue playing softball with many of the local people that were either former Connetquot or Sachem graduates. His biggest joy and satisfaction in life was that of father to his three beautiful children, Taylor, Dylan, and Gianna. Their existence made his life complete. When his son Dylan was old enough, Richie introduced him to baseball, was always the team coach, and loved seeing that he possessed the same passion for the game.
Richie embraced the simple things in life, family, cherished friendships, sports, physical fitness, and music. If you knew Richie you were drawn to him by his strong yet gentle spirit, smile, and willingness to always help his fellow man.
In an attempt to boost his morale following his health diagnosis, some of his dearest friends put together a softball team, called Cherokee Street, named after his elementary school where many of his lifelong friendships originated. Two years after his passing, the team retired as First-Place winners!!
Although his story on earth ended way too soon, we can all attest he lived and enjoyed life to the fullest, and gave all that knew and loved him wonderful memories to always keep his spirit alive.