“Mr. Ruby” was a man who first met me well over 40 years ago. I was dating his daughter Sylvia back then. (That was smart, but otherwise, I was just a dumb kid!) I’m sure I was a thorn in his side at times, yet he was (mostly, lol) patient with my antics, as was his gracious and kind wife. As life moved on, I completed my schooling at nearby Harding Academy, where his daughters also attended, and my time with him and his family faded into the past along with the decades.
Many years later, when their father was living alone as a widower, Sylvia, Julia, and I reconnected via social media. They reached out to ask if I could help them make their father’s home safer and more comfortable. It was an honor to be asked. The subsequent reintroduction led me now not to “Mr. Ruby,” but to “Pete”! The years had provided us both with a sweeter grace for friendship as older men, and I am thankful for the gift of time spent with him.
During his remaining years at his Cherry Rd. home, various projects brought me to his service. During those times, he and I often sat and talked at length about all kinds of topics. It was an easy camaraderie, and I’m profoundly grateful to have shared that season of his life. His pride in his family—his daughters and grandchildren—was unwavering, and it warmed my heart to see how deeply fulfilled he was by their love and significant accomplishments.
It was a high privilege to have known Pete. His memory will always bring a smile to my face!