Ron and Pam appeared at City of Refuge in their converted greyhound bus and over the years did more real work for the cause of LIFE and for the name of Jesus than anyone I’ve ever met.
Ron knew how to do everything! He built and fixed and toiled for the Gospel for all the years I’ve known him. He was a huge blessing (they both were) to our project and to all those young women and babies who came to us for help.
Thank you, Ron and Pam, and thank you, Lord for the astonishing gift of my friend, Ron Custer!
“Therefore the redeemed of the Lord shall return, and come with singing, unto Zion, and everlasting joy shall be upon their heads. They shall obtain gladness and joy, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away!
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My dad had his two sons Obie and Ronnie Ray on his chest by phone during his last breaths. His other three kids Robbie Levi and me (spring ) in the room. The doctors said he would only likely have moments after removing the ventilator before passing. But it had been probably about 30 years since we were all together. And there was such a power in that moment and testament to human will. Everyone’s dads vitals dropped and breath faded, Obie and Ronnie would say “I love you dad” and dads breath would ease again and his vitals pick up. I know with all my heart that he was in no hurry to rush that moment and that he cherished his sons on his chest. So he held us in a perpetual hug for about 30 hours (coincidentally a hour for each year apart) breathing in and out love for 30 hours longer than drs thought medically possible. No one was in a hurry. I treasure every precious moment.
Thank you to ALL who come. From so far, you traveled and we all got the precious opportunities to have our good bye’s with dad in a way that so many do not get. I am eternally grateful to our Creator for giving us all this time together to embrace what is often thought of as a dreadful time but rather, we all found such beauty and honor in Gods amazing grace during this time. Thank you dad, for bringing us all together and thank you for your gentle sweet kind gracious and patient ways all through life and to the very last moments, you gave your heart of comfort to us. Thank you. I love you so much. I miss you already in so many ways throughout the day. We will be your heart existing here on earth continuing to share these qualities and honoring you the best I can. I will take care of mom and I will pray for your sons and your grandchildren and always share your heart for them. I promise.
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We are sorry to hear of Ron. He was just so fun to be with, and had a such a sweet and giving heart. Saw him a few weeks ago when they were visiting Beit Yeshua in Reno. So thankful we could give him a hug and see Pam too. Praying for Pam and all the family during this time🙏
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May the Lord bless all those who mourn the loss of Ron with peace, love and strength. May his memory be a blessing to all that miss him.
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Sincerely,
Ryan
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Ron has a big place in our heart. He was a friend, mentor, model and saved our life as an antique car restorer. We will miss you! Michael and Connie
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My wife (Melissa) and I have known Ron and Pam for about 11 years now, having attended the same congregation in Colorado Springs, and we became fast friends. Ron and Pam even had us over for dinner while living in their bus while finalizing the off-grid build of their son's house near Farish, CO. We ate, drank some wine, and sang religious songs with me on guitar, Ron on his dobro , Pam on her Harpsicord, and Melissa and all on vocals...what a great and memorable time! After our Hebraic Roots congregation fell apart, we stayed in contact over all of these years and hearing of Ron's departure hit me pretty hard in the gut, but in lieu of being sad: I am proud that he ran the good race and have no doubt that he has a special place in God's soon-coming kingdom.My thoughts and prayers for Pam and their blended family; he will be greatly missed.Jim
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What a sad day to hear Ron passed. He and Pam were such a shining light in these last 4 years to me every time I saw them. I am inspired by their level of service. My prayers and love go out to Pam and all his family and friends to to Ron on his journey home.
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Two of my favorite memories of my grandpa Ron of course include cars.
About 2 years ago, I was in the market for a new vehicle and had no idea what I was looking for. I asked grandpa if he would take the hour and a half drive with me to go look at a car I found off Facebook marketplace. We woke up at 5 am the morning of, got ready, and headed out. When we got to the meeting point, the person with the car wasn’t there. I kept texting them for about 45 minutes before looking at grandpa in complete defeat and saying to him, “I got gypped. Let’s just go home.” I expected him to just say, “Alright.” and get back in the car. Instead, he looked at me, and just said, “I don’t think so. Let’s wait.” And he sat down on a curb. We waited in the parking lot we agreed to meet at for 2 hours. It was cold, and I was beyond ready to go home. Finally, grandpa agreed it was time to leave. We got in the car, and started out on the hour and a half drive home. I was staring out the window, completely annoyed that I got gypped, when grandpa grasped my knee firmly and said, “It was an honor spending time with you.” I could never be annoyed about getting gypped after that.
The second memory came from the time I was driving back home from Rocklin and the steering belt of my car snapped. I managed to make it off the highway and pulled over in Colfax and called grandpa. He drove to where I was and climbed in my drivers seat and helped me get my car back home. When we got back, he immediately went to the auto shop and got me a new belt and fixed my car. I looked up how much a steering belt cost and offered him the cash but he wouldn’t accept it. He told me it was these moments that he lived for. Fast forward about a week, though, I notice that every time I drive, my car has a weird rattling noise to it. This time, I asked my dad if he would check it out really quick. When we opened the hood, the culprit of the rattle was immediately made known to us. When grandpa fixed my steering belt the week prior, he had left his wrench under my hood. We couldn’t help but laugh at the old man.
I love you grandpa. Thank you for helping raise me. Rest well
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