I lost a friend today.

Without this friend this blog, in the form you know it, wouldn’t be around.  His name was Ron.

Ron was an older man.  When I found out I was pregnant, Ron was a full-time employee in the Appliances department I, at the time, ran.  He could have done my job with ease and run laps around me with time to spare, but that wasn’t what he wanted.  He taught me everything I know about appliances.  All he asked that I do was take care of the customer issues and he would take care of the rest.  We made a remarkable team.  I became one of the best MODs at 495 because of him.

Ron wanted to come in and do his job and leave.  He did plus some.  He was funny and smart and an all around remarkable man.

Monday night was the last time I will have seen Ron before I see him eternally laid to rest.  I think I got a bit of vomit on his shoe that day…

He didn’t say anything about it though, other than I need to take care of myself and not worry about “this” place.

So how is this person indirectly responsible for this blog?

Back to when I was pregnant.  I was scared out of my wits.  I was not prepared in any way shape or form.  I knew Paul wasn’t ready and that he didn’t want kids because he had all but said that.  I wasn’t even supposed to be able to have kids.

Paul and I had decided to give our baby up for adoption.  I told Ron that.  Ron took me to dinner one night to talk.  We went to Logan’s.  The one right by the Mall of Louisiana.  He listened to me cry about how unprepared I was, how stupid I was for getting in to this mess, and how I didn’t know how I would be able to live knowing I gave up, potentially, my one chance to be a mother.  He listened.

Ron never told me what to do.  He never told me I was wrong or bad.  What he did say is no matter what I chose to do he would back me up 100% of the way.  That meant a great deal to me because I respected Ron.  Ron was stable.  Ron was always ok.  He always seemed to know what to do.  If he said it would be ok then it would be.

Ron wasn’t biased like my mom.  He had nothing to gain or lose.

He helped me figure out how to tell Paul I couldn’t give my baby up.  For that, I am eternally grateful.

Others were there for me too.  Today isn’t about them though.  So, Mr. Ron here is a picture of the little girl who knows you as the tricycle man…


Sleep well Ron

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