When everyone was seated, John and Kathy led them in a song and prayer. Robbie then ran outside and got the box. “A while back, I asked Phillip to make something special for me. Not that we need something to remember Ronnie by, but for future generations, I thought it would be nice if there were something special to commemorate him and the work that he and I were doing to create a new era for south Texas.”
Robbie opened the box. On a wooden yolk in a sturdy wood frame sat the twelve-inch bell with the inscription. Oohs and aahs echoed through the room. “Every time this bell tolls, Ronnie will be remembered. He will be remembered for his ultimate sacrifice in something he and I believed in so strongly.”
He looked over at Phillip. “You did a wonderful job in creating this everlasting token
