Ricky A. Huck
October 8, 1963 ~ February 22, 2026
Born in:
Augusta, Maine
Resided in:
Portland, Maine
Skowhegan- Ricky A. (Lewis) Huck, 62, passed away on Sunday, February 22, 2026, at Maine Medical Center, Portland. He is the loving spouse of Victor H. Huck, III, with whom he shared 7 wonderful years of marriage.
Ricky was born October 8, 1963, in Augusta, Maine. He is the son of the late Calvin A. and Margaret E. (Bangs) Lewis.
Ricky was a Truck Driver for Dead River Oil Company for several years. He also was a manager for Dexter shoe, where he could share his love for shoes.
Ricky will always be remembered as a Kind, Considerate, Trustworthy, Loving and Humble man who cared about everyone. He took after his mother with his home decorating skills, he loved renovating/ decorating all of he and Victor’s new homes, which were 8 homes in 7 years. Traveling from Maine to Florida, Las Vegas to Virginia Beach, then back to Maine. He was an amazing cook and enjoyed cooking for Victor and friends. He loved taking videos of sunsets and posting them for everyone on Facebook, he enjoyed listening to music, not any one genre or musician, just all types of music. He was an amazing caregiver, especially to his mother-in-law who he referred to as “Mother Huck”. He had a special place in his heart for kids, especially Bert, Grace, Grayson, Penelope, and Pip. He also loved animals, especially dogs. He would stop whatever he was doing if he saw someone walking their dog and would go over just to pat the dog and ask the owner all types of questions. Most of all he loved being able to be gay. He once said being with Victor was the type of relationship he always wanted.
In addition to his loving spouse Victor, Ricky is survived by his sister, Laurie Hanson and his 2 daughters.
Ricky’s Funeral Service will take place on Monday, March 2, 2026, at 11:00 AM at the Conroy-Tully Walker Funeral Home of South Portland, 1024 Broadway, South Portland. Interment will follow at Calvary Cemetery, Broadway, South Portland.
Services
Funeral Service: Monday, March 2, 2026 11:00 am
Conroy-Tully Walker Funeral Home - South Portland Chapel
1024 Broadway
South Portland, Maine 04106
Graveside Service: Monday, March 2, 2026 12:00 pm
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Victor
My father was a man of style, quiet tenderness, and complicated silences.
For the past eight years, we lived apart from one another in ways that mattered more than distance. Ours was not a simple relationship. There were things left unsaid, parts of ourselves we struggled to reach in each other. I loved him without condition, even when I felt him pulling away. I wish our story had unfolded differently.
Those who knew him later in life, especially his husband, saw clearly what I always knew was there: his deep love for children, his soft heart for dogs, and his careful eye for making a home beautiful. He created spaces that felt intentional and warm, filled with thoughtful details. That was part of who he was.
But the man I will always carry with me is the one who loved shopping and fashion like it was an art form. He had taste. He noticed details. He understood how clothing could make you feel confident and seen. He passed that to me in quiet, ordinary ways that now feel sacred.
He was the father who stood behind me in the mornings before school, gently doing my hair so I would walk out the door feeling put together and cared for. He was the one who never missed a birthday without something special from Grant’s Bakery in Lewiston, turning a simple cake into a memory that felt personal and chosen just for me. In those moments, I felt treasured.
I am sorry I was not there at the end. There was still so much left to say. So many conversations we didn’t finish. I never imagined our father and daughter story would close this way.
Grief, especially after distance, is complicated. It holds love and hurt in the same breath. But underneath it all, he was my father. And I was his daughter.
I will remember his eye for beauty, his love for the small rituals that make life sweeter, and the quiet ways he once showed up for me.
I hope he knows that I loved him. I hope he knows I always did.
I’m really sorry you’re carrying this. Estranged love is still love.
Ricky Lewis was my big brother, I’m going to remember him when we were young. When things were easier before our teen years. Ricky was both mom and dad to me. He had to grow up way to soon. Life was hard for both of us, He once said to me our parents stole our childhood. And he wasn’t wrong. As we both got older we took different paths in life. I thought God would give me one more chance to tell Ricky about God’s love for him. Never ever wait to tell the people you love about our loving God. The only way to our Almighty God is through Jesus Christ. I didn’t get that chance and now I have to live with that till my Lord and Savior takes me home. I love you Ricky Alan Lewis. Your little sister Lorie Ann Hanson.