Thinking of Dick,especially today. Lots of memories from 25 years of quizzing together.Over the years Dick became a dear friend and a kind,generous and erudite companion.One we could always rely on for that hidden nugget of information or the witty remark. Without Dick ‘The Drifters’ have finally stopped drifting .But as he was fond of saying ‘it’s only a game ,only a game ‘. So today Dick we’ll remember you .And fill to you the parting glass, and say Goodnight . …

Thinking of you during this difficult time.  Meddwl amdanoch trwyr amser called yma. Llawer o gariad o Palace Road  Valmai, Emyr a Aled  …

I first met papa years ago. He welcomed me into his family and became a constant in our lives. I have so many tales to tell about him, the fun we had and the scrapes he got us into. If I had to sum up who he was I think it would be that he was a lovely, caring witty man but above all the best granddad  Caitlin andTom could have ever wanted. …

I first met Richard when he started dating my friend , his late wife Diana. We shared many evenings and meals together . Richard was great fun full of unusual facts and very knowledgeable. He cared for Di throughout her illness and ensured that she did many of the things she had wanted to do before passing. He was a kind and loving husband dad and friend. I know he will be missed immensely. …

A gentle, kind and decent man that always had time for his family. As easy going and quirky as they come. Sadly missed by multiple generations. …

So sorry to hear of your families sad loss and our condolences to you all. We first met Richard when he moved in with Di at number 8. As neighbours and friends, we watched the family grow and see how he doted on them all. I spent many hours with Sara, as teenagers and as mentioned previously journey’s out in the car were an experience; with Dick at the wheel!  The very happy memories you have will remain forever in your hearts  RIP Richard! Bob Dave and Andrea x     …

Dick, or Uncle Dick, was one of the most humble, understated and intelligent people I could ever have hoped to have known. I have very fond memories of days at Palace Avenue (usually incorporated with a visit to the Arms Park) where Uncle Dick and Auntie Di would always provide the warmest of welcomes. You don’t always appreciate the things adults do for you as children but, by signing up to the “Red Dragons” junior rugby scheme, Dick ensured that we saw several more Welsh rugby games than we might – I will leave histroy to judge whether that was a good thing, but I do know it was a small, but kind-hearted action that was typical of the man. Relationships change as you get older, but I have fond memories of watching cricket at both Sophia Gardens and St Helens with Dylan and Uncle Dick (as he was to us). Most fondly, however, I will remember his visit to Spain when Zoe and I were living in the flat in Marbella: Rioja by the bottle, tapas and beers in Orange Square before midday and a late-night curry (following several hours in an Irish bar watching England win their …

Richard was the oldest of my four cousins who lived in Wales. I always enjoyed seeing him when he visited us in Dorset, not least because he looked so much like my father, Cyril Gibbs. He was also very warm, witty and clever, and Ted and I shared his interest in History, rugby and cricket, as well as also being fans of Tom Paxton. I was always pleased to receive  e-mails from Richard. They always made me laugh. When he came to Tarrant Rushton on what he called his Autumn State Visits, he always brought flowers and a couple of bottles of wine. There were a few adventures. When he was in his forties and keen on keeping fit, he went off for a run and was gone for such a long time we grew worried. Finally the phone rang. He had no idea where he was (miles away!) but had homed in on a pub called The Green Man. So all was well and we were able to go and collect him. We also lost him once while exploring Egdon Heath in the Hardy country.  He was a lovely man, and a devoted and proud father and grandfather. …

Richard Gibbs or Dick as he was always known in my family was born in the same decade as myself but I only really knew him from the time he married my sister Diana. Returning from Bangladesh with three pre-school aged sons, he welcomed us all into their new home and let us “squat” in their back bedroom, which was furnished with a double bed, bunks and a single! Not fased by this invasion, he went on to have three children in an even shorter time than I did and adopted Sara offically! It is this generous nature and sense of fairness that I remember from this time and throughout the rest of his life. A few years later when we lived in Sudan, unasked, he kindly read and recorded the Hans Christian Anderson tales for my sons to listen to as media outlets there were limited. As a keen sports enthusiast there was plenty for them all to chat about in later years and they never came to blows, despite his support for England in rugby (which came from his links with Gloucestershire) and their support for Wales! Cricket was also a sport he enjoyed, a love of …

Richard was my big brother. I was the second of 4 children, so for 5 years there was just the two of us.   Richard was born in Cheltenham, lived at Gloucester and before I was born they moved to Stroud. In the winter of 1947 we moved to Trebanog in Wales.   I have happy memories of trips to the seaside and picnics in the countryside with our Mum and Dad (6 of us in a Morris Minor)   In the school holidays Richard and myself used to go to Gloucester on our own to stay with my Mum’s family. My Dad used to put us on the train at Porth and my uncle would meet us at Gloucester Station. I often think of it as we weren’t all that old   Richard was always kind and generous, lending Ray and myself his car (once a brand new one) to go on holidays.   One time Richard came to see us. When he was leaving our house Ray said to him Richard your car is going and Richard said yes it’s o.k. since I had it fixed. Ray said no Richard your car is going. It was moving …