My very first memories of Ronnie come from those through a child's mind of when he was pumping gas at the Alexander Grill and Truck stop for Fred Redmon. II was just 5 years old at the time but Ronnie would give me gumballs back then from the gas station. As I grew older it was 20cents for a coke so I could put my peanuts in them. He showed me how.Years went by until I saw him again. I was an adult.finding out we lived just across the river from each other, I got to know Reva and the girls.After I left Madison County and married I found out that my husbands half-sister was married to Ronnie's brother Bruce.Donna and I had a lot of laughs on that one bcause my Terry and Ronnie had been good friends.Life does indeed go on like in a full circle, without a beginning or end.Often times the people you first meet will forever cross your path and be intertwined within your own life without your ever knowing it unless you take the time to stop and smell the roses along the way. Reva and the rest of the family, Ronnie was never good with words but he loved you all with a passion that flowed deeper than the widest stream and taller than the highest mountain.You could see it in his eyes every time he said your names.You have my deepest condolences and you all  are in my prayers.