The only way I know to properly describe my father is that he was a man after Godās own heart. Joe Richter lived with intense purpose and deep love for every person he met. It is a true honor to call him my father.
Yesterday, he passed away very peacefully in my brotherās arms after a beautiful day spent with his children, grandchildren, and close friends. Five weeks ago, Jonathan and my brother made a 30-hour drive straight through the night to bring him home from Arizona in a camper. Because of their willingness, all of his great-grandchildren, grandchildren, and children were able to gather around him and bring him joy in his final days on earth.
Throughout those weeks, I had the sacred privilege of listening as many people from around the world visit with my father. He worked as a missionary in many countries and the outpouring of love for him has been so sweet. The common thread in every conversation was that he had helped deepen their relationship with God and made them better people by leading through his example. He cared about the smallest details in the lives of his friends and family, yet his constant prayer was that we would love God with all our hearts and allow Him to guide our lives.
In his final days, we watched him worshiping God and singing praise songs with my children. Even though he fought cancer for years, he loved God beautifully and with a soft heart through it all. He was an incredible husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather, missionary, freshwater biologist, log home builder, and fisherman. I canāt wait to see him and hug him again someday.