I learned today that my second cousin Bob Ronke died. I haven’t had direct contact with Bob in many years, especially since his mother, Beryl, passed away. I’m glad my first cousin Helen Katherine has had a more intentional relationship with him through phone calls, which is how she received this news.
Bob returned from the Vietnam war with PTSD, never to recover his full emotional health. This affected the rest of his life, likely inhibiting multiple opportunities for professional and relational pursuits. So it’s only natural I feel more than the usual sadness at learning of Bob’s sudden illness and death; I feel the weight of the cost he paid to defend my freedom.
Rest in peace, cousin Bob. I’m glad we shared a family tree.