I was speechless, trying to figure out what happened as he was only 64, and usually there is a warning, but not this time. Embolism and he is gone, like the wind, like in my profound Stratford memories. I remembered Richard being a funny, sometimes swearing, but truely visionary and great leader at the Festival. I was honoured to have met him, and enjoyed plays he directed.
My thoughts to his friends and family, and all of Festival's individuals. It is a sad day, losing an icon and a star fallen.
Rest in peace, Richard.
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. - A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act V, Sc. I
