My Father, Richard Worel or Doc as he was called by everybody that knew him, was not only the wittiest, funniest, most compassionate, loving, man I've ever encountered in my 42 yearson this earth; he was also my hero. Being his oldest son has been an honor and a blessing. I love him more than these words could ever prove. He has always been in my corner, through thick and thin. If I could be half the man he was I would feel accomplished. I know he is looking down on us now with a grin on his face and a sly, funny remark to be said. I miss him dearly and his loss has left a gaping hole in my heart as well as my brother's Jordan, Elliot, Logan, Adam, Sean,and Alec . My dear Step-mother Anne, has lost her life companion and my Grandmother (Busha), has lost her loving son. Needless to say , everybody that has known my father feels the loss . I know he's with all of us in spirit and in the presence of the Lord he will remain until we meet again . I Love You Dad Always and Forever!!!