Mr Ronald Pearson
05 May 1931 - 30 December 2017
In loving memory of Ron & Iris
Residents of The Royal Star & Garter Homes
A tribute to Ron Pearson – by his daughters Terry and Julie.
Anyone who knew Ron will agree that he was a true gentleman, a lovely man and a lifelong romantic.
His creativity was legendary. His passion for engineering endured beyond his deteriorating physical skills and he continued to build and create in his mind.
He was a perfectionist who spent hours reading and researching every project he wanted to undertake until he got it just right. He was happy to share his wealth of knowledge with anyone who ever asked and was always eager to help.
He was an incredibly patient man, which was fortunate since, among many other things, he taught the three girls in his life to drive!
He was highly intelligent and never stopped learning. Although softly spoken he could entertain and amuse a room with his epic stories. His memory was amazing but he didn’t live in the past. He kept up with the latest and greatest of everything the world had to offer. He truly loved gadgets!
Iris and Ron shared a wonderful life together, enjoying lovely holidays after their retirement and he missed her intensely when she moved into the care home. Despite this he was fiercely independent and incredibly brave.
Of all his accomplishments and achievements, he was most proud of his family. He cherished his girls and when he loved, he loved unconditionally.
A true testament to Ron’s character was, that even on the bad days, his life philosophy was that you just have to keep going. His favourite saying, which inspires us all, was ‘just keep on rolling’.
With that sentiment in mind we would like to share this poem by Mary Elizabeth Fry:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.