In Memory

Richie Prezebel

Richie Prezebel

Richie took his own life in the winter of 1979.  Richie had been a superstar athlete on both the basketball and football teams at Southwest.

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04/05/09 02:01 PM #1    

Robert Gold

I heard of this at the time while on the road and in between KC and NYC. Always sad and tragic when gives up. Another to think of when driving by the school.

02/10/11 04:00 PM #2    

David Garrison

One day in the Fall we were having a "pre-season" wrestling practice and as I was walking out of the boy's locker room, the football team was just coming inside from their practice. The next game was with "hated" Southeast and I saw Richie and said, "I hope you guys kill Southeast". Richie put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Dave, we're gonna kick their ass". I didn't know Richie even knew my name, much less befriend me in such a way. We were friends from that second on. I miss that guy. We kicked Southeast's ass 44-7.

06/12/16 02:26 PM #3    

Valerie Howard (Caffrey)

June 12, 2016

Hey Richie, I heard at Mass today that your Mom passed away this past week.  She and I were members of the same Parish for many years. Your Mom was lovely, kind and gracious. I always madea point  to say hello to her after Church if I saw her. I told her I knew you and she was always glad to hear that and her face would light up. She said some of your high school friends were pretty good about keeping in touch with her and that meant a lot to her. She asked about a few others from time to time and I didn't really know what people were doing, but I always enjoyed talking to her. She is thought of very highly at Visitation Parish. I know she had been ill for a while with, sounds like, the same wretched disease my Mom had. God bless you both and give you peace. I am sure it was a joyful reunion!

Valerie Howard Caffrey

06/12/16 05:03 PM #4    

Susan Plunkett (Peterson)

Richie lived a block away from me on 59th Terrace. We went through Bryant and Southwest together. I was so sad, in 1979, when I heard of his death, and remember, every time I pass the old neighborhood, how nice his mother was. I know that he was waiting, with open arms, to greet her.

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