Robert D. Aron

February 5, 1945November 27, 2018

Robert D. Aron, 73, of Harwich Port, MA died peacefully at his home with his family by his side on Tuesday, November 27, 2018. He was the loving husband of over 42 years to Joyce L. (Verani) Aron.

Bob was born and raised in Newtonville, MA. A graduate of Roxbury Latin High School, he completed his undergraduate degree at Columbia University (’67) and graduate and doctoral degrees at the University of Connecticut (’72).

After graduation, Bob started a part-time private practice as a clinical psychologist in West Hartford, CT. Three years later, he moved to the Cape and established his successful full-time private practice in W.Dennis and W.Harwich.

Dr. Bob loved his profession. He shared his expertise and passion throughout the greater Cape Cod community; some of his many accomplishments include his work with Cape Cod Regional Technical High School, Harwich; Massachusetts Rehabilitation Commission, Hyannis; Nauset Regional High School District, Orleans; Harwich School; Dennis-Yarmouth Regional School District; Angel House; Habitat Management; South Shore Mental Health, Orleans; Latham’s School, Brewster; Lower Cape Human Services, Orleans; Division of Youth Services, Brewster Forestry Camp; Habilitation Assistance Corporation, Pocasset; Catholic Social Services, Hyannis; DARE School, Mashpee; Whitehall Manor Nursing Home, Hyannis.

Dr. Bob also held several professional workshops and was an established writer. He published several professional articles; however, his favorite writings were his personal cover stories and monthly column: “Can you Relate” published in Cape Cod Times Prime Time Magazine.

Bob’s family lovingly describe him as a calm, gentle man; a thoughtful peacemaker; an active listener and not so active athlete who was quick to share a favorite joke – over and over, yet slow to share his favorite deserts always involving chocolate.. a puzzle master and Zen wantabe; the best picker of bad movies. Bob adored his family and was defined by his desire to help others through his work.

He is predeceased by his father Herbert J. Aron. In addition to his wife Joyce, Bob is survived by his mother Lotte (Salomon) Aron of Peabody, MA; sons David Aron (Becky) of Washington, DC; Ben Aron (Jennifer) of Bethesda, MA and their children Joseph, Johnny, Kate, Cole and Eden; step-daughter Susan Keevers of Yarmouth Port, MA and daughter Gianna McCarthy; step-son Richard Keevers (Karen) of Providence, RI and their children Alexa and Julia and brother Ron Aron (Jetta) of Boxford, MA and their children Gabriella and Daniella.

In lieu of flowers memorial contributions may be made to Family Pantry of Cape Cod, 113 Queens Ann Rd., Harwich, MA 02645, Arrangements are under the direction of Doane, Beal & Ames, West Harwich.


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Susan Childs

December 9, 2018

Dear Bob,

I don't know where to begin expressing my gratitude for your thoughtful guidance, soothing "reality checks" and generous spirit which provided material needs as well as emotional strength. I have gained so many skills and tools from your kind and compassionate care. I am such a better person for having known you. Thank you for the beautiful mark you left on my soul.

Larry and Debbie Barker

December 6, 2018

Sorry Auntie Joyce. We loved Bob dearly We pray that Gods peace and love for you and your family be with you
Love you
Larry and Debbie

Patty Rufo

December 4, 2018

All I can say is “Thank You” to the dearest, kindest, most compassionate, funny, most wonderful man who carried me through some difficult times.
Thank you for being my friend, I will miss you and our wonderful peaceful, calming visits. Oh and thank you for all the coupons!
Joyce is so blessed to have had you in her life!

Kate Williams (Perkins)

December 2, 2018

Dear Bob,

I am writing to tell you how much you are loved. Grateful is not a big enough word to describe my appreciation of your unwavering support and friendship for the past 40 years.

Your home was my safe harbor, your words of wisdom; the rock of reason, your sense of humor and compassion; a gift you granted freely and unrestrictedly.

I remember the weekend I spent recovering from the breakup of a relationship. How devasting it all felt at that young age. My declaration to you “what if I never find anyone else” declared through the tears and fears of an insecure girl, was met with calm reassurance and thoughtful consideration. Another might have dismissed it as trivial. Your way was quiet respect delivered with dignity. When someone you love treats you with kind care, there is no other choice but to love and care in return. This way nurtures and teaches. It planted the seed for me to model and use the next time someone came to me with their own personal declaration of trauma. Through your way Bob, you showed me the meaning of kind compassion.

Thank you for the birthday dinners (shishkabab every year until you burnt it), Christmas celebrations (fighting for the Sweater de-fuzzer during Yankee trade), Bob jokes (too many and too corny to remember), office furniture repossession escapade, and long discussions about Emma’s illness and school re-immersion advice. I have every article you have ever forwarded to me. Even when you were dealing with your own illness, you took the time to help others.
I will continue to use your lessons of kind compassion throughout my life, Bob. Because of this you will always be with me.

With love,

Joyce and Bob during Christmas dinner, 2009.