This Is Ron. My Hero. My Grandpa.
When I was just seven, my world broke—I lost my father. In that silence, Ron stepped forward without hesitation.

He didn’t just fill a role; he became my shelter, my teacher, my constant. He tied my shoes, listened to my fears, showed up to every moment that mattered. He chose me every single day.

Blood didn’t make him my father. Love did. Strength did. Sacrifice did.
If you believe in quiet heroes and unconditional love, please leave Ron a heart.