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My Father, Ron Rost was an intelligent, beautiful, and wonderful human being.  For the first part of my life, my dad was my rock and my certainty in an intimidating world.  I am my father's first and only child.  He wanted very much to be a father, so in my early years of life I received the bounty of his abundant attention and love.  Ron Rost was a man who believed in social justice and civil rights.  He was a military serviceman, a professor, an economist, and a great dad.  He encouraged many people with his outstretched hand and heart as well as his always grinning face.

 

My dad had a lot of friends and tons of energy.  You could usually find me sitting on his shoulders, slapping high fives at tree branches from my exalted place above his 6'4 frame.  I'd giggle till I was blue in the face from tickle attacks, from being launched into the sky above his head like Super Girl, or spun around like a hellicopter from my personal six foot four jungle gym of a father.  He was the part of my life that involved a lot of love.  He was also the part that brought me a lot of joyful adventure.  

 

The Ronald F. Rost Charitable Foundation was created after my father's death to keep his memory alive through community events and advocacy for the arts, recreation and adventure.

 

                                                                      

     Katie Rost

     Daughter of Ronald & Rynthia Rost