A Tribute to NM Writer Richard Holicky


Headshot of Richard Holicky, an older white man with white hair. He is wearing glasses and smiling at the camera.
Richard Holicky: 1946-2023

When Jeannie Dunham first met Richard Holicky, she was struck by his indomitable spirit, intellect, independence, sense of humor — the whole package. “And he was in great shape, buff,” she recalls. “He was in a manual chair. It was Jan. 2, 1997.” Her remembering the exact date says a great deal about why Richard and Jeannie were life partners from that day until his passing on Jan. 5, 2023.

Holicky was born in Cleveland, Ohio, in 1946. He moved to Idaho Springs, a Colorado mountain town, after graduating from Ohio University with a degree in psychology. Later, he earned a master’s in counseling from Metropolitan State College (now University) in Denver. He was active and athletic, especially in his mountain life — skiing, biking, rafting, running marathons. He adapted well to his environment wherever it led. He taught middle school, drove a train in the Henderson mine in Colorado, and enjoyed “living off the land” in Maine for a while.

He “joined the club” — sustaining an incomplete cervical SCI in 1989 from a skiing accident — the year of New Mobility’s first issue. Looking back, it seems NM and Holicky were meant for each other. His first article was written in 1991 and published in NM in 1992. He wrote as many as 100 articles for the magazine, right up to the January-February issue of this year. No writer has written more.

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It was my pleasure to work closely with Richard, who I affectionately knew as Chardo, from the time I became editor in 2000 to the present. Our conversations were fun as well as enlightening, and we shared the same dark humor and memories from the Hippie Days. He was known for his stories about activists springing wheelchair users from nursing homes in Mississippi and shepherding them into their own apartments in Denver. His knowledge and connections shined in his many stories of people coping with various SCI complications.

Older white man with white hair, wearing a brimmed hat and a colorful shirt. He is using a manual wheelchair and looking at the camera with his head cocked

“Richard wrote great stories for more than 30 years,” says NM Publisher Jean Dobbs. “He explored difficult subjects like pain and depression honestly, but he always held space for hope. If he wrote about struggles like long bouts with pressure sores, he found people who knew how to stay positive. If he wrote about wheelchair users getting warehoused in nursing homes, he found people who got free. Sometimes the silver linings were thin, but he never stopped looking for them. We will miss his voice in NEW MOBILITY.”

Richard was a firm believer in the value of peer support, and in August 2020, he wrote about an SCI group he helped form at Craig Hospital. Kathy Hulse, a social worker at Craig, remembers how important the group was to him. “It meant so much to him to be able to give back. It wasn’t just the group,” she says, “it was the mentoring. He was involved from the beginning: interviewing, quizzing us, recruiting, keeping the group alive with thought-provoking issues, including the tough ones.”

Richard’s intelligence and humility made a lasting impression on the group’s members. “He was always teaching and enjoyed seeing people grow after their injuries,” says one long-time attendee. Richard Zoomed into the group on January 4 to say goodbye to everyone. “He was very lucid,” says Hulse, “telling us what we meant to him, thanking us. When we heard that he died the very next day, we were shocked. No one knew that goodbye would be his last.”

Richard struggled the last several months of his life with what he considered the most important issue of all — quality of life. He kept fighting and writing and mentoring until complications made living more unbearable than rewarding. He grew thin and weak. When he stopped eating, the end came soon. He died peacefully at home with Jeannie at his side.


A memorial service is scheduled for this June in Colorado and we would love to share any stories of how Richard’s work impacted our readers over the years. Please leave any memories or well wishes in the comments and we will pass them along.


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Brian
Brian
1 year ago

Thank you for sharing a little bit about Richard. I had the pleasure of getting to know Richard on his continued journey of fitness. On good days, I would get a little time for the two of us to chat. What I enjoyed most was listening to his passion come out on the topic du jour. Whether getting him to recall activism of past, the insanity of modern politics or even just a backhanded compliment I very much appreciated. Richard was a great soul for which I am ever grateful for having the pleasure to have been acquainted.

Tracy Berry
Tracy Berry
1 year ago

Richard was my Uncle. He was so amazing. I have no bad memories of him other then he had passed. He was the life of the family, he wasthe youngest of 6. I talked to him at Christmas and again right before I went back home from the holidays. He was still making me laugh.
My mother called to say he was being moved back home I was heart broken. I knew what that ment.
He was an amazing man.
I Love you Uncle Richard
I miss you everyday. I keep telling all your stories.
I am Marilyn Bergen’s daughter. (The oldest of all 6 of them)

Marilyn Bergen
Marilyn Bergen
1 year ago

Richard was always his unique self! At age 4 he was Crash Corrigan, cowboy with hat and guns saving the world; at age 10 he was arguing with the umps at Little League over many, many calls; in high school leading others astray and finding himself in college. St Pat’s big day at OU-..he was just standing on the corner MINDING HIS OWN BUSINESS when the cops came. Mid ’60’s arrested in DC protesting the Viet Nam War and into jail also at the same time living in a commune in Maine. He “DID IT HIS WAY”. BOY WILL WE MISS HIM!!!!! {Marilyn – sister}