Ron wasn’t “Ron” to me, he was dad. He was dad in every way that counts. Just because he and my mom got divorced, doesn’t mean I didn’t still see him as my dad. He was the only man who ever took the time to be a father figure for me and we had so much in common. We shared a love of reading, video games, dragons, and all things fantasy. The last time I saw him, I gave him a beautiful dragon’s head incense burner and we chatted for a while, just catching up. Time goes by so quickly and before we know it, people are gone from our lives. I miss him every day and I hope he’s safe in heaven with grandpa and grandma now enjoying a much happier life than this planet gave him.
I love you, Dad. Rest in peace and thank you for everything.