Ronald Kratz

My Dad … my hero. My trusted advisor, my friend, my confidant, my fix-it man, my compass, my support, my sounding board, and the little angel (and sometimes devil) sitting on my shoulder.

He loved us deeply and unconditionally. He didn’t always agree with us, but he always supported us. He reminded us to keep our eyes on the prize and to chase our dreams — no matter what those dreams were.

Dad was an avid sports fan who could spend hours watching any game that was on. Sundays were sacred — spent cheering (and often yelling) at the television as he rooted for his beloved Eagles. He loved the open road and the freedom of his motorcycle, especially the long rides he shared with my mom. He taught us how to drive, and he even taught Mom how to ride.

He never missed a moment. Every practice, every game, every dance recital, every musical — he was there, cheering the loudest and smiling with pride.

Dad served his country honorably in the Vietnam War and wore his veteran’s hat proudly. He was the best husband, father, grandfather, brother, and friend anyone could ask for.

Not a day goes by that I don’t feel the loss of his presence in my life. But I carry his love, his laughter, and his lessons with me — always. His strength, his humor, and his unwavering support remains my guiding light.

I love you, Dad. Thank you for being my hero — in every way.