Name:
Daryl Duane Reichard
Date:
November 15, 1965 ~ March 23, 2010
Daryl Duane Reichard, 44, went to be with the Lord on Tuesday March 23, 2010, at his home in Stockton, CA. He had fought a year and a half battle with a rare cancer. Memorial services will be held on Monday, March 29, at 11:00 AM at Stockton Covenant Church, Stockton, CA and on Sunday, April 4, at 3:00 PM at Community Christian Church, Fort Scott, KS. Daryl was born November 15, 1965, in Wichita, KS, to Doyle and Darlene Reichard. He graduated from Williamsburg High School in 1984. While in high school, Daryl was active in cross country, track, basketball and a variety of other athletic activities. He was the state champion in Kansas 1A competition in cross country and track – mile and two-mile events. Daryl set a new 1A state record of 9:33 in the 3200 and won the 1600 at a time of 4:28. He participated in many local running events and especially enjoyed running with his three brothers and his father. He was a member of the Athletes in Action team that ran in Switzerland. Daryl also participated on a Bible quiz team while attending the Assembly of God Church in Ottawa. The team placed third at the regional level at Oklahoma City.
Daryl graduated from Kansas State University in 1989 with degrees in engineering and secondary education math and science. Daryl ran on the KSU cross country and track teams. He lived in Smith Scholarship House at KSU and was active in leadership activities there. In the summer of 1989, Daryl went to California to study and met Erlinda Burgos, his future wife.
Before his marriage to Erlinda at University of Pacific Chapel in Stockton, CA on March 16, 1991, Daryl taught high school math at Hayward, CA and Kayenta, AZ on the Navaho Indian Reservation. There he coached the Monument Valley High School cross country and girls’ track state champion teams. He then worked for Humboldt State University at Arcata, CA and Fountain Hills High School near Phoenix, AZ, Shawnee Mission East in Overland Park, KS, Gardner, KS and at Twenty Nine Palms Marine base. After teaching, Daryl worked for United Telephone and Pacific Bell Telephone, starting as a lineman climbing poles and working up to crew chief and engineer.
Daryl loved the Lord and was active in church activities that strengthened his spiritual life, which was a priority. He went on several church mission trips to Mexico with his children. He said that being a father was the hardest but most rewarding job of his life. He was very active in family life and helped his children develop discipline and character through the sport of swimming.
Survivors include his wife Erlinda, daughters Glory, Grace, Melody, and one son Chosen; parents Doyle and Darlene Reichard of Williamsburg, KS., three brothers and their wives – Davin and Betsy Reichard of Fort Scott, KS; Darin and Annette Reichard of Nixa, MO; Duane and Lori Reichard of Rantoul, KS., and several aunts and uncles including Leonard and Betty Sullivan of Wichita, KS., Lorraine Reichard of Pomona, KS; Rex and Elaine Gilliland of Overbrook, KS; Doug and Jean Higbie of Williamsburg, KS ; Dale (Buzz) and Pat Reichard of Garnett, KS. He was preceded in death by his brother Dave Reichard and uncle Albert (Dusty) Reichard.
Memorials are suggested to the Reichard Children’s Education Fund and may be left in care of: Cheney Witt Chapel PO Box 347 Fort Scott, KS 66701 Online condolences may be shared with the family at www.cheneywitt.com
Visitation:
No visitation scheduled.
Service:
Sun. Apr. 4, 2010
3:00 p.m.
Community Christian Church
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Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Glory's eulogy for her Daddy
My dad was a very humble man. Always willing to do the behind-the-scenes work, and quietly look for life’s treasures without seeking for attention. He knew how to throw off what entangled him and take the straight and narrow path God had set for him because…
My dad was a runner.
All four years in high school he was the Kansas state champion in the mile and two-mile races. He set many records, including one that still stands. Like every other athlete, his dream was to compete in the Olympics.
In 1989 he graduated from Kansas State with degrees in engineering and secondary education in math and science. In the summer of that year he meet my mother while attending a conference in California. They were married in 1991, and together they continued to reach for the Olympic dream.
When it became obvious that he needed to choose between the Olympics and family, my dad set aside his running shoes and started running a different kind of race. This one was filled with tickle monsters, tractors rides, biscuit mornings and date nights with daughters who seemed to never stop talking; and he loved it.
My dad was an Encourager.
He encouraged others by example, and he always went to extra mile in every task he did.
With his thoughtfulness and character, my dad became the person people would turn to for any kind of help.
He did his best to never make anyone feel stupid. I remember many nights when he would sit at the table with one of my sisters or I, as we cried with frustration over math that we didn’t understand. He would patiently explain the problem over and over in different ways until we comprehended how to do it on our own.
He took the time to support his children in everything we did. He brought us to every practice, and always told us how proud of us he was. He was at every dance recital and swim meet sharing advice on reaching goals and following dreams. His favorite story to tell was the one about his 200 man.
My dad’s 200 man was a friend that would cheer for him at every two-mile race. Stationed half way from the start and finish line, he would encourage my dad to keep it up for the first seven laps and let him know if he was on pace. But on the last lap, his tasked changed slightly. Not only was he the encourager, he became my dad’s eyes and told him what was going on with the other competitors. If it was a close race, he would let my dad know when he needed to start his sprint to win the race.
My dad knew that life is a series of races, and believed that everyone should have, and be a 200 man.
On March 23, 2010 my dad crossed the finish line of his biggest race. He wasn’t the first to do it, and he won’t be the last. But he ran his race in such a way to win the prize.
Daddy, I will miss your hugs, laughter and guidance. You were an awesome role model, and the best dad anyone could ask for. You ran your race strong and you ran it well.
My dad was a runner.
All four years in high school he was the Kansas state champion in the mile and two-mile races. He set many records, including one that still stands. Like every other athlete, his dream was to compete in the Olympics.
In 1989 he graduated from Kansas State with degrees in engineering and secondary education in math and science. In the summer of that year he meet my mother while attending a conference in California. They were married in 1991, and together they continued to reach for the Olympic dream.
When it became obvious that he needed to choose between the Olympics and family, my dad set aside his running shoes and started running a different kind of race. This one was filled with tickle monsters, tractors rides, biscuit mornings and date nights with daughters who seemed to never stop talking; and he loved it.
My dad was an Encourager.
He encouraged others by example, and he always went to extra mile in every task he did.
With his thoughtfulness and character, my dad became the person people would turn to for any kind of help.
He did his best to never make anyone feel stupid. I remember many nights when he would sit at the table with one of my sisters or I, as we cried with frustration over math that we didn’t understand. He would patiently explain the problem over and over in different ways until we comprehended how to do it on our own.
He took the time to support his children in everything we did. He brought us to every practice, and always told us how proud of us he was. He was at every dance recital and swim meet sharing advice on reaching goals and following dreams. His favorite story to tell was the one about his 200 man.
My dad’s 200 man was a friend that would cheer for him at every two-mile race. Stationed half way from the start and finish line, he would encourage my dad to keep it up for the first seven laps and let him know if he was on pace. But on the last lap, his tasked changed slightly. Not only was he the encourager, he became my dad’s eyes and told him what was going on with the other competitors. If it was a close race, he would let my dad know when he needed to start his sprint to win the race.
My dad knew that life is a series of races, and believed that everyone should have, and be a 200 man.
On March 23, 2010 my dad crossed the finish line of his biggest race. He wasn’t the first to do it, and he won’t be the last. But he ran his race in such a way to win the prize.
Daddy, I will miss your hugs, laughter and guidance. You were an awesome role model, and the best dad anyone could ask for. You ran your race strong and you ran it well.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Who am I? by Casting Crowns
Right now, this song is having a big impact on my life....
Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt
Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart
Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are
I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
Vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours
Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love and watch me rise again
Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me
Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are
I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
Vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours
Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are
I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
Vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours
I am Yours
Whom shall I fear
Whom shall I fear
'Cause I am Yours
I am Yours
Road Trip 2008
Daryl's parents, Doyle & Darlene's 50th wedding anniversary was on 3/15/08, but we didn't celebrate until we came for our visit in Sept. This picture was taken at the Lyon's Bed & Breakfast (in Ft Scott) that their "boys" got for them. They really enjoyed it
We strategically planned it to check out colleges & swimming pools, fulfill (bring Glory to her birthplace) promises & check off from our bucket list
But this is when Daryl's headaches started to affect how he enjoyed life. On this trip, he was on his 2nd round of antibiotics & taking tylenol for his headaches. You can see how much it hurts on his face.
It really did all start with facebook. Someone suggested that I let Glory have it to connect with her friends. But I was leary. So, I checked it out & then I got hooked as I was connecting with friends from college & high school. But then life got intensely full with Daryl's cancer & facebook became my lifeline to the world as I sat by his bed when he was getting chemo...
I found myself not journaling in my book as much. I guess I was venting on to my wall post. And it became public knowledge. Many people said that I wrote "good". I was trying to write short. I think usually I ramble before anything really good comes out. Hmmm, like now
I found myself not journaling in my book as much. I guess I was venting on to my wall post. And it became public knowledge. Many people said that I wrote "good". I was trying to write short. I think usually I ramble before anything really good comes out. Hmmm, like now
another hospitalization
I'm sitting here by Daryl's bedside with the computer as my company. We are waiting for him to get an MRI under sedation. He is 3rd on the list. In the meantime, I was thinking that I could finally do this project. I started with facebook, but not intentionally at first... that sort of happened. I was checking into FB more to see if it was safe for Glory to use. And then it became my sound board, prayer request station... etc. Intentionally, I started carepages, to give the updates & prayer. Here is my intro there:
This was the picture that I used to show who he was. I thought it was cool that it showed about the hospital, UCSF. And this is the first intro I wrote there... Daryl's story... I love cut & paste
It started with a frontal headache which he got his eyes checked & new glasses, but that didn't help. So, was then diagnosed with a sinus infection but the headaches continued after 4 rounds of antibiotics. Finally, got an MRI & CAT scans done & that showed a mass, which no one would identify as being a growth or an infection. The local ENT sent us to the local Neurosurgeon & no one would claim him & so for awhile it seemed like we were being shuttled back & forth between them. Finally, our primary said enough, go to UCSF, & the eye doc who teaches at UC Berkeley said the same, that things moved quickly. On 2/20, he had a biopsy & resection performed by both Dr Aghi (neurosurgeon) & Dr El-Sayed (ENT). It was done nasally & they saw soft tissue growth that appeared cancerous. The first pathology report said undifferiated squamos cells. They were only able to remove 50% of the tumor because it lays on the Left optic nerve & carotid artery. The UCSF tumor board recommended radiation with minimal chemo. But after seeing the radiology Dr Yom, we made the decision to do chemo first to try to shrink the tumor before radiating. We didn't know at the time any of the "why's" & still don't for the most part, but we have gotten a glimpse of God's big picture. We have seen His timing as people like the Nightingales have been brought into our lives to strengthen & encourage us through this earthly battle. Our perspectives have changed concerning God's sovereignty. We are learning to consider it ALL joy.
This was the picture that I used to show who he was. I thought it was cool that it showed about the hospital, UCSF. And this is the first intro I wrote there... Daryl's story... I love cut & paste
It started with a frontal headache which he got his eyes checked & new glasses, but that didn't help. So, was then diagnosed with a sinus infection but the headaches continued after 4 rounds of antibiotics. Finally, got an MRI & CAT scans done & that showed a mass, which no one would identify as being a growth or an infection. The local ENT sent us to the local Neurosurgeon & no one would claim him & so for awhile it seemed like we were being shuttled back & forth between them. Finally, our primary said enough, go to UCSF, & the eye doc who teaches at UC Berkeley said the same, that things moved quickly. On 2/20, he had a biopsy & resection performed by both Dr Aghi (neurosurgeon) & Dr El-Sayed (ENT). It was done nasally & they saw soft tissue growth that appeared cancerous. The first pathology report said undifferiated squamos cells. They were only able to remove 50% of the tumor because it lays on the Left optic nerve & carotid artery. The UCSF tumor board recommended radiation with minimal chemo. But after seeing the radiology Dr Yom, we made the decision to do chemo first to try to shrink the tumor before radiating. We didn't know at the time any of the "why's" & still don't for the most part, but we have gotten a glimpse of God's big picture. We have seen His timing as people like the Nightingales have been brought into our lives to strengthen & encourage us through this earthly battle. Our perspectives have changed concerning God's sovereignty. We are learning to consider it ALL joy.
The Start
I want to make this blog for Daryl so that later I can make it into a book to help the kids & I remember. I should have started it from the very beginning. But this technology is all new to me. Hey, I got on Facebook early on & spread prayer request & our journey through that. So, maybe I do cut & paste... so... here it is the start of my book for Daryl
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