Hi Jody, Greg, Lisa, Chris, Shelley, Matthew, James, Patrick, Audrey Rose, Russell, Theo and Tilly:
Larry and I were very saddened to have read about the passing of Ron / Dad / Granddad in this morning’s Globe & Mail. I vaguely remember Aunt Mary Wright having mentioned he was ill but then, quite frankly, didn’t think about it again until your grim reality hit me in the face at the breakfast table at 6:30 a.m. today. The news came as a shock, it goes without saying.
So many happy memories are in my mind of childhood days during which the Faranos, Greys, Kisses, von Karstedts, Langmuirs and many young Jesuit seminarians were around our homes for various and sundry celebrations. We sure had lots of fun in those halcyon years when not only the little kids got up to all kinds of kooky 1960s style stuff. In fact, I think there’s a photo of Ron and Jody in an old family album in which she’s crouching on the hood of someone’s car (which I believe was parked in the parking lot of the church that one of the kids was having his or her First Communion at), gleefully pointing a toy gun at her dear, handsome husband. If memory serves me correctly, he’s calmly smoking a cigar while smirking into the camera lens. (What kind of damage Jody’s high heels did to the hood of that vehicle may remain a question for all time, of course.) I only mention this scene to echo your comments about Ron having “lived life large”, particularly with his adoring, gorgeous, vivacious and playful wife as his ever-loving partner in all aspects of family life and abiding love.
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