God called my Uncle Ron home this past week.
Ronald A. Marten passed away late Thursday afternoon, with his family by his side. He was 63 years old.
Uncle Ron was one of the most genuine, caring people you could ever meet. I enjoyed every time I spent talking with him. He was the kind of guy you always felt comfortable talking with and he was someone who just projected kindness with his every mannerism.
A dedicated husband and father, he loved his family very much. He was also a beloved brother to his sisters – my Mom and my Aunt Judy.
He was a die-hard Chicago Cubs fan and so many of our conversations revolved around the ups and downs of our beloved Cubbies. I can recall talking to him about the Cubs since I was a little kid. Sometimes we talked about the Bears or the Bulls, but mostly the Cubs. He was one of their biggest fans.
Uncle Ron was also a man who beat a lot of odds in his life. From his early days, a heart condition would challenge him and other health complications arose over the years as well. Numerous times he surpassed doctors’ expectations and numerous times he overcame things that on paper, he just wasn’t supposed to be able to overcome.
In many ways, Uncle Ron was a medical miracle.
Through it all he kept a positive attitude. Many wouldn’t have. Some would have quit. But he never did. He was strong until the end.
He believed that God was in control and he trusted Him. Completely. I really admire my Uncle Ron for that.
As my Mom told me the other day, he put his faith in God and loved every day. What a great way to live.
I know that my family is very sad to see him go. I also know that we take comfort in the thought that my Grandma and Grandpa just had one really happy reunion with their son in Heaven the other day. I am sure it was wonderful.
We’ll miss you Uncle Ron. Thank you for always being nice, for always being thoughtful, and for every life you touched while you were here. May you rest in peace.