I hate to hear of Ron's passing, I didn't know he was sick either. I met Ron several years ago at the blade show & talked to him for quite a while, like all of you have said he was a great guy. A real joy to talk to. I always enjoyed talking to him. I will miss him. My prayers go out to his friends and family.
It's a very sad thing to hear of the passing of Ron.
My sincere condolences to his family and loved ones.
Ron was a giver and helped so many wherever possible.
Even after his heart attack some years ago he never slowed down.
God's speed, Ron.
Sad indeed. I didn't know Ron all that well, but the few times I was around him he was very friendly and ready and willing to share what he knew about the art we all love. My thoughts go to his family during this difficult time.
sad, for sure. i talked with him once on the phone, just to say what a beautiful job he had done on a gun. he was quite appreciative of my comments, but rather humble about his work. we actually talked mostly about family and non-engraving "stuff". that was actually more enjoyable to me than talking "shop". a very interesting person to chat with.
Ron offered me friendly ecouragement and kindness.
I offer these words to his family...
"Upon the Bereavement of a Friend"
Aliveness has now passed from the body
Into a realm that we must hold as 'mystery'
Each one of us has our hopes and dreams for how that realm might be
We have our beliefs and faiths, our fears, our prayers, and our wonderings
Now more than ever we want to be near him.
We feel that he was taken away too soon,
That his life could have continued to bear fruit.
Locked in the human condition, the cross is a hard one for us to bear.
Yet who he is, is not far from us,
And he will be there for us to provide the courage
That must be brought forth daily to strengthen our hearts
In his mortal absence
For we are not who we think we are,
We are not our body, our thoughts, or our feelings.
They are a part of us.
And we are not who we pretend to be,
We are much greater than this.
Here for just a moment, 'Locked in time, we belong to eternity'.
Belatedly, we discover that we are not the content of our life,
Rather, we are life's emptiness from whence true creation springs.
We are the no-thing-ness, the clean slate upon which life is written
Go now and feel his presence
As the sweet soft air that holds aloft the bird in flight
He is the deep waters of the lake upon which the lily grows,
He is the mists that swirl about the rocky crags,
He is the wind that shakes the barley
I just got back from the funeral. A few engravers there. Tira Mitchell being one. She gave me a copy of the poem to deliver to Carol when the time is appropriate. I'll do that tonight. I'm sure she'll love it! Tnx!