He wasn’t just my uncle…
He was my compass.
My first role model.
The duck who taught me how to get back up… even after the market takes your feathers.
He didn’t just build wealth, he built resilience. The kind that doesn’t show up on a chart.
He survived one great depression, twenty three rug pulls, four market crashes, and five fake Metaverse marriage.
I asked him once how he kept going. He just grinned and said: ‘If your wings still work… keep flapping.’
I thought we’d have more time. More late-night talks. More bad investment advice.
I don’t know what comes next. I just know this world’s quieter without his quack.
Rest easy, Uncle Rich.
I’ll keep flapping.