Goodbye to You

He was one of the closest things I had to a grandfather.

Always showing up on my birthday with a card and a hug.

My folks used to help him out, in his old age, just as they did for my great grandmother. In return, Ronnie would come to my parents' business every week and bring my mother a treat. Whether it be ice cream bars in the summer, or chocolate oranges around X-Mas he was there every Tuesday like clockwork.

He lost it a little as he gained age, but just a little. He still remembered most things about me and would occasionally forget what day it was but who didn't?

Ronnie's family wasn't always there and available. He spent most holidays with us and eventually became one of the family. Distant relatives that rarely saw us even knew who Ronnie was. Just another branch on the family tree.

Dad told me that he didn't suffer. He was old. At 86 he still lived on his own and drove on his own. He hated being in the hospital and hated being sick so on some levels I am happy that he went as he did. Sadly the tears will not stop falling. I must have a good cry for anyone important who comes to pass. Soon we will look at the photos and memories fondly and cherish the life that has now moved on.