Richard Thomas Walsh



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Dick passed away in his sleep at 4 A.M., August 12, 2007, after a long battle with leukemia.






Richard T. Walsh, 74, died August 12, 2007. He was born in Brooklyn, the son of Joseph A and Marion (Sweeney) Walsh.

Richard was a graduate of St. Francis Xavier High School and Fordham University. He was a Pharmacist and formerly owned the Leemac Pharmacy in Yonkers.

He is survived by his wife Eileen (Halligan) Walsh and his children, Richard M, Thomas J., Mary Beth Walsh-Eisenstark, Kathleen Rossetti, Thomas F.Salzberg and Elizabeth A. Barbieri, 10 grandchildren, sisters Catherine and Alice and brother Joseph. His sister Marion predeceased him.

Mass of the Resurrection 10:00 am Wednesday, August 15, 2007 at St. Mary’s Church, Mt. Vernon. Visiting Tuesday 2-4 and 7-9pm, Edwards-Dowdle Funeral Home.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to St. Mary’s Food Pantry 23 S. High St. Mt Vernon 10550






Delivered by Richard M. Walsh at St. Mary’s Church, Mt. Vernon, NY, August 15, 2007.



All too often, we’re faced with having to say good bye to someone we love, always too soon, and always with sorrow.  And while Dad is in a place of perfect clarity as to what is to come, you and I are left to bide and to wonder.  We will cradle his memory in our hearts, and that will become all the more precious with time. 

Dad would find this insufferable, being the center of attention.  He was a person who would always put others first and was more at ease lending support than accepting it.  But even so, here we are, all together, to pay tribute to him.   Quite simply, I am proud to be the son of Dick Walsh.

I guess I always expected there would be one more day, one more week.  I think we all did.  For two years, my Dad resolutely fought against his affliction.   His hard-won respites from this terrible disease are testament to his fortitude.

Of course, he was not alone in his fight, he had the unwavering support of his family.  Above all he was fortunate to be the object of Eileen’s steadfast love, strength and devotion, seeing him through his ordeal.  For this I will always be grateful.  The last time Dad and Eileen were at our house together, shortly after his second round of treatment, I noticed them sitting on the couch, holding hands.  His expression at that moment, the image, was of such deep contentment and deep love for this wonderful woman.

My Dad was very much a family man.  Three times he walked down the left side of the aisle, walking his daughters to the altar.  His beaming face showed all the love and hope he held for Marybeth, Kathleen and Lizzy on their wedding days. 

Dad might not have been the handiest of people, but he could inspect Big Tom’s work with the best of them.  Like most guys, he felt at home around power tools – even if he couldn’t figure out what they’re used for.

And every now and then he indulged us, and himself.  As a youngster, I was obsessed with cars and speed.  I remember Big Tom and I were able to coax him into seeing how fast his VW beetle could go.  It was 90 miles per hour.  We were both amazed he actually acquiesced to our speed mission.  I think I smiled for a week.  And I know he had a sense of humor – one he needed when he picked me for his little league team some 40 years ago.

And thanks to Tom and Chris, my Dad experienced anew the joys of the beach at Long Beach Island.  I know he thought the beach life would be near perfect if we could do away with the sand.

My dad was profoundly pleased to be with his brother and sisters at Marybeth’s first family reunion.  He loved every minute of being with them all together.  He was not one to wear his feelings on his sleeve, but it was sure written all over his face. 

My dad was a man of great integrity, intelligence, humility, compassion and patience.  Some of my earliest memories of my Dad was him standing behind the counter at Marinelli’s drug store in Elmsford, with his blue Pharmacist smock on.  He looked very much the man you could count on and trust when you were feeling down – and you could – he was a man with a calm hand in a crisis, a trust worthy soul.  In more recent years, his deep sense of humanity shone through in all his work to help feed and assist those without.

He was also someone who enjoyed the sensuousness of life – I remember at a very early age my father would sit in the screened-in front porch during thunder storms enjoying the feel of nature at full power.  Perhaps it was this same attunement to the elements that spurred his desire to learn to fly.  Dad had joined the Air Force shortly after college and desperately wanted to be a pilot.  And no doubt he would’ve been a great one if only he could have perfected the landings.   Not earning his wings was one of the greater disappointments in his life, but here again, he was not one to dwell on disappointments, truly his philosophy was you get up, dust yourself off and move forward.  He went on to become top gun among the Air Force pharmacists, directing the operations of his base at the tender age of 23. 

I have always admired my dad’s intelligence.  He was the type who was not afraid to tackle a crossword puzzle in pen.  I remember at some point during my high he took the opportunity to show me one of his report cards from Xavier. I suppose it was a lead by example moment.   He was a straight A student, with classes that included Latin, chemistry, and calculus - all in the same semester!

We know how much he loved all of us.  He paid a terribly high price to stay with us as long as possible.  That gift of time allowed us, each in our own way, to let my father know so much of our deepest feelings for him.  The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone*.  With much personal sacrifice, he spared us that circumstance.  He had the comfort of our words and prayers, and in turn, we were blessed with time to convey them, which is certainly a great comfort for us.

*Harriet Beecher Stowe




The Wake was: Tuesday August 14, 2007, 2-4 P.M., 7-9 P.M.


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The Funeral service was: Wednesday, Aug. 15, 2007, 10:00 am


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23 S. High Street

Mt.Vernon, NY US 10550


Burial Ceremony was: Wednesday, Aug. 15, 2007, 11:30 am

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