When my sister Rande and I were little in the mid 1950s, Uncle Ralph always let us kick his leg. We were fascinated by the wooden leg and couldn't understand why he would let us kick it. How come it didn't hurt and he would laugh????? We were always gathered at some Reich house in Patchogue back then. Times were simpler and kids had a ball with all the Reich relatives. Then, our family moved to Arizona. The next time I saw Uncle Ralph was in Eustis, Florida in 1991. I was visiting my family down there (I live in Maryland) while my husband was deployed in Desert Storm. Talk about serendipity! Unknown to both, Uncle Ralph and Aunt Evelyn lived adjacent to the farm owned by my brother Tom Reich and his family: wife Jane, kids Gretchen and Ryan. One day, according to my brother, he saw a sign that said Reich Acres and he just had to see the owner. And, there was Uncle Ralph, our father's first cousin. How wild was that. Two generations of Reich men buying property next to each other and didn't know it for years. As an adult I got to see Uncle Ralph and Aunt Evelyn all over again. That was pretty neat. We spoke a few times over the years, he sent me a copy of the Reich genealogy story he had developed, and he told me he was sorry that he couldn't make our father's memorial service in Patchogue in 2009 because he was having health issues.
We are very sorry for your loss. Sincerely, Franki and Terry Coughlin