Summers, Ron

December 13, 1990

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When I think of Ron, I remember his wit, charm, creativity, generosity, courage and equanimity. And, yes, his good looks too. I was lucky to have his friendship and I miss him sorely. If he were here reading this over my shoulder, I'm sure he'd have something really funny to say about how dreary lesbians can be, so I'll try to end this on a high note. I love you Ron. Thanks for making me laugh.
I dated Ron in 1989 for several months. We met via ACT UP/SF where I was deeply entrenched and he'd come to check out to see if it was a good fit. We hit it off immediately. I will always remember his gentleness, laugh, quick smile and earnest desire to help people. We went to Stanford University and lectured med students on the Human Factor of dealing w/HIV during treatment. It was a great time and Ron reveled in being brutally honest and blatantly informative. None of the students had met anyone with HIV/AIDS let alone two who were so out about it. I miss Ron and I send warmest regards to his family and loved ones. He is not forgotten.
Ron was kind, gentle, and funny. I still think of him and his organized sock drawer and hilarious recounts of past loves. The Christmas song Silent Night was one of his favorites and played at his service. To this day, he comes to mind whenever I hear that song.
Ron was kind, gentle, and funny. I still think of him and his organized sock drawer and hilarious recounts of past loves. The Christmas song Silent Night was one of his favorites and played at his service. To this day, he comes to mind whenever I hear that song.
I worked with Ron on Pier 39 and a busy tourist restaurant and his sense of humor made it all the more bearable. I don't think there was anyone who didn't like Ron. I remember he and I took a mini road trip Grass Valley to visit some friends who'd moved there. To this day, whenever I'm on my way to Tahoe and drive past the Auburn exit I think of him and how he teased me for buying a really skinny cowboy belt at some shop there. It's not like we're in Texas!.