Deborah Sgroi
I will always remember Uncle Ronnie laughing, especially joking with Aunt Bobby and Mom--what a fantastic group! And, of course, I will also remember Uncle Ron's exuberance and energy—which showed in his avid athleticism; how he constantly renovated his homes to be so beautiful and comfortable; and, even in how he learned to play guitar in his later years. Uncle Ronnie continually opened his home to us, and he took time to be with us: whether he was showing us how to do head stands against a wall (8 years old), taking me to the whirlpool at his Kingston tennis club (13 years old), spending time with Mom and me when we visited Florida (age 36 and on). Just thinking of him always made us smile.
I am so sorry Uncle Ronnie's gone, but happy he is with his great love, his wife--our beautiful Aunt Bobby, and free from suffering. We love you, Uncle Ronnie.
