Ronald Owen Obituary

I will miss your visits to Vermont uncle Ronnie. More recent when you and my dad got together talking about the past, it was always about something funny from our past family adventures together and our unconventional blended families. I always laughed. I will sincerely miss you. Say hi to my mom and dad in heaven.

To the Owen Family,
We are so sorry for your loss. Ron was a man of integrity and a truly good friend. He was always willing to lend a hand—especially during tax season—and never asked for anything in return. I’ll always remember his calm presence, his love for canoeing, and the quiet way he made things better for those around him.
See you down the road, Ron.
With sympathy,
Rudy & Kathy Tomasik

May his memory be a blessing.

"Ron Sr." will forever hold a very dear place in my heart. He showed up for me in so many ways over the past 11 years and was such a good and supportive friend, almost like a father figure to me after my dad died. When my parents' house sold, Ron was there, going through what felt like an endless basement crawlspace, pulling out box after box of stuff - much of which hadn't seen the light of day in 30-something years. He worked hard day after day, sorting and organizing everything in preparation for the estate sale, carefully putting aside things he imagined would have personal meaning, that we weren't even aware of at the time. He uncovered some real treasures that I'm grateful were set aside. He worked in the garage, sweeping, clearing, and organizing for the sale during a very cold week in December. He showed up for all of my events, and my son's, too - which meant the world to us. He also helped my dad settle a tax matter right before he died, which meant a great deal to him. There were lots of lunch and dinner dates at many different restaurants, especially the Olde Bryan Inn. (I learned about Groupon and other deals from him.) And there were countless honest, supportive conversations about issues we both cared about and understood firsthand. For years, he was a large part of my support system. I'll always remember his smiling eyes, caring words, all the wood he chopped and stacked, the smell of the wood stove when you walked through the door, the warmth of the house, and his various dog companions through the years who would greet you at the door. I also was at the house one day when he was having a medical emergency and was taken away by ambulance. Later, he told me that as they put him into the ambulance, he saw the cars of the three of us who were there for him and felt loved. That made my heart happy because I loved and appreciated him very much and always will. Condolences and much love to the whole family. May the memories and stories bring comfort and smiles to you.