Saturday, July 25, 2020
Ramas was my grandfather. I lived with him through the age of 8 before my mother and brother moved to North Carolina in 2005. I still all the summer trips to Maryland in ol' Chaptico, going to get chicken and wedges from the market, him teaching us how to ride a bike in the back yard, which so happened to be a hill haha. A well respected elder of the neighborhood with a heart of a bull, always on the big ford tractor plowing fields, even though his old self shouldn't. We'd always sit on the couch and watch channel 342 which is the Western Channel, we'd watch Bonanza, Andy Griffith, Cheyenne, John Wayne, and every other western ALL DAY LONG, my grandmother Rhonda hated it haha but we were locked in. Always cooked, always cleaned, always made sure we were taken care of. I am a service member in the Air Force, so I have been all over the world but I vowed to come see the house one last time and I know he'll be there waiting for me. I loved that man and still love that man, as he was the father I aspire to be. He is well rested in the hands of God. We all miss you, Pops.
Your grandson, Ronnie
