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Richard

Richard Smyth

Nov 29th 1954 — Mar 22nd 2023 (68 years)

Biography

Richard John Smyth, born on November 29, 1954, in Halifax, Nova Scotia, passed away on March 22nd, 2023, leaving behind a legacy of accomplishment and cherished memories. Richard, known to his close friends and family as Ricky, was a loving father and grandfather.


Richard was born to Nancy Smyth, who survives him, and the late Ralph Smyth. Richard is also survived by his sister, Janet Smyth, who shared many cherished memories together. He was known and grew up around Spryfield in Halifax, where he formed lifelong friendships that lasted through the years.


Richard was a graduate of Nova Scotia Community College and went on to become an accomplished appliance repair professional. He also worked offshore in the natural gas industry, demonstrating his skill and expertise in his field.


Apart from his professional achievements, Rick was passionate about antique toys. He had an impressive collection that he cherished dearly and enjoyed sharing stories about his finds with his friends and family. He also had a special place in his heart for his friends from British Columbia, with whom he maintained strong connections throughout the later part of his life.


Rick was a devoted father to his two daughters Raelyn and Kaylee, and a proud grandfather to his granddaughter, Heidi. He loved his children deeply and always wished for their happiness and well-being. Rick will be greatly missed by his daughters, who will forever cherish the good memories they shared with their father.


Rick's warm and humorous nature touched the lives of many, and he will be remembered for his loyalty to his friends and loved ones. He leaves behind a legacy of cherished memories and will be deeply missed by his family, friends, and all who knew him.


"So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?


And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk-on part
in the war for a lead role in a cage?


How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here."

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