Wednesday, March 10, 2021
One of the most cherished gifts in my life was being a friend of Arthur K. Ridley. He was one of the first people I met when I arrived in Milford in 1989. He volunteered at Grey Towers. Over the years, Art and I enjoyed teaming up to face off against Henry and David in a blood match in golf - I replaced one of his best friends, Bruce, after he moved (Bruce referred to him typically as Author K. Ridley). In sports, he was “competitive.” I mean Competitive. In the rest of his life, he was the most loving and giving human being I ever knew. However, in sports, he plays to win.
Art was a Christian. A real one. Not a Sunday Christian, or like me, an Easter Christian (every other year). He lived his beliefs . He was a servant. Second was his commitment to taking money from Henry and David. We won so much, and so often, I was able to buy a car for my wife. A used car.
Arthur leaves a hole in my heart that will take some time to heal. If there is a Heaven, Art is there. He is with his family who have passed, and hopefully, he has time to play a few rounds and brag how great he played on earth. He will beg for 18 strokes against St. Peter (a scratch golfer) Oh, and Henry says, “Art it was a 6 not a 4.” Rest In Peace my friend. You are the winner. So are we.
