Ronald R. Shier

The first time I (we) met Ron was in our Detroit home. My (Marilyn's) Father and I were painting the living room. Furniture in the center, covered with old sheets, Dad on the ladder and I was painting the base. My Dad was contributing more to the room by sharing what he ate for dinner that day. So I painted "gas beware" on the back of his pants.

In walks Marilyn and Ron. Great impression to him, right? Actually, yes. In later years, when he tells the story, he said if he knew us better at the time, he would have grabbed a brush and added something to it.

Quickly we knew Marily wound a winner, and that Ron would fit into the family like a glove when they started their weekly Saturday night (Sunday morning) Pinocle marathons.

Later, after Marilyn passed, when we had family events at the house, Ron and I would take on all comers in Euchre. All we needed was a deck of cards, a bottle of Disaronno, and a couple of suckers, and the night was complete.

Ron did fit right into the family, like a glove, and he will be missed.

He was known as "Grandpa Ron" by some at the Community Center Gym. Reason....he always had stories to share about his grand children and family even wearing shirts saying he was a grandpa. Red Wings playing the night before and he would say who he took, their seats and about the game. After Marilyn´s passing, he would bring cookies over at Christmas because Marilyn gave us candy she and the girls made and he didn´t want to forget that. May you hold onto the memories that you have and share them on the days you hurt the most. May they give you peace.
Kmiecik Family