Moni Basu writes:
I realized then that I had never even thought that Ron might die. Even though he had cancer. He was lucid that day, his spirits strong. He even laughed, the way he used to on the 6th floor of the Atlanta Journal-Constitution newsroom. It was the kind of laugh that echoed through the hallways and was instantly recognizable. It was comforting, like a mother’s embrace. And reassuring – it made me feel that everything would be all right.