Richard was 2 years older than me, so my memories of childhood generally include him being involved as well. I liked to “hang around” him.
I especially remember his artistic nature. He won most art contests at St. Peter’s School in Dorchester, Massachusetts. Being very impressed, I would copy his ideas to enter my version the next year.
I remember his sharing the ‘’discovery” of white paint, an old toothbrush and the edge of a cardboard to make snow on my picture. Wow, he was clever !
At our last visit to Japan, I learned of our mutual interest in Thich Nhat Hanh, a Buddhist monk and peace activist. It was comforting to share a philosophy on birth and death from his writings; comforting to know he would be at peace and acceptance when his human body failed.
Richard has left a mark in this world of his gentle nature and the artistic passion for a pure art, using natural plants, his hands and his consciousness to produce a tangible object that reflected his whole essence.
I treasure the few pieces I have that will remain a memory of a beautiful spiritual being and brother.
Sadly missed by Maureen Flavin Sloan
Photos: Richard about 5 years old, me about 3, at home in Dorchester, Massachusetts.
The 5 Flavin’s, David, Mary, Richard, Maureen, and Peggy at our camp in Acton, Massachusetts.
Maureen, this picture of Richard at age 5 is … SO Richard! It’s like somebody shrunk down the Richard I know and love, and took a grainy B&W photo of him. The posture, the shy earnestness… it’s uncanny! I realize that may be strange to say (it’s the same person, of course), but I hope you see what I mean! The tree over his right shoulder even looks like it could be paper mulberry!