He’d been ailing for a couple of years, ironically, not long
after he retired at the age of eighty.
We’ve known Ron and his wife Maria for about twelve years. With
a twinkle in his eyes, he used to reminisce about his troubled childhood –
living in over a dozen foster homes before joining the Royal Navy. I then
agreed to write his reminiscences (Odd
Shoes and Medals) and I’m pleased that he was able to hold that book in his
hands for a few years, tangible proof of not only his survival but his
existence. Despite his grim past, he was never embittered and always seemed
cheerful, a gentle man to the last.
We’ll miss you, Ron.
Ron's lasting memorial can be gleaned from his words in the book Odd Shoes and Medals.
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