Death Becomes Numb

Ok another death story, this very much close to home.  I grew up with this nice kid named Ron.  His mom died young, and so Ron and his dad Richard Stach were connected at the hip forever…. and ever.  They were a fixture at most events of friends, they were just close.  I would always see them at Meijer in Southgate, MI grocery shopping and they’d stop to say hello. Ron was a fixture at my house often in the early days where I would have to fix his laptop.  He also helped us move just about every time we moved somewhere.  He was a nice guy – a champ, so I feel bad for his loss. Where Ron was invited, his dad Richard was invited.  My wedding, Julie’s wedding, Sportsmen’s Den, LOL.  I haven’t spoken to Ron in a few months, but this is a shout out to Ron that I’m sorry to hear of your loss. You both are very nice people, he was very kind, though had his issues, well still a good guy.  RIP.

Here is Ron sitting next to his dad, my mom, my sister, and wow, I’m actually in this shot.  This was a few years back.  RIP Mr. Stach!