Ross Patrick Regennitter

Ross Patrick Regennitter, 57, of Cary, Illinois, passed away on June 6, 2026, while on vacation with his family.

Ross was born on May 24, 1969, in San Bernardino, California, to Robert and Barbara (Franseen) Regennitter. He grew up in Spencer, Iowa, where he developed the strong values, strong work ethic, and love of family that would guide him throughout his life.

On July 9, 1993, Ross married the love of his life, Cynthia (Smock) Regennitter. Together they shared nearly 33 years of marriage, building a life filled with love, laughter, and cherished memories. Ross was a devoted husband and a proud father to his daughter, Rebecca, and his son, Nathan. His family was the center of his world, and he treasured every moment spent with them.

Ross worked for Hyatt Corporation in Chicago, where he was respected by colleagues and friends for his dedication and professionalism.

Outside of work, Ross had a passion for music and enjoyed playing the drums and guitar. He found peace and joy in gardening and spending time outdoors. An avid runner, Ross faithfully ran five miles each day, demonstrating the determination and discipline that characterized his life. He especially loved family vacations and creating lasting memories with those he loved most.

Ross is survived by his beloved wife, Cynthia (Smock) Regennitter; his daughter, Rebecca; his son, Nathan; and his brother, Ryan Regennitter. He also leaves behind extended family members, dear friends, and all those whose lives were enriched by knowing him.

Ross will be remembered for his kindness, quiet strength, unwavering dedication to his family, and appreciation for life's simple pleasures. His love, guidance, and steadfast support will remain in the hearts of all who knew and loved him.

A celebration of Ross's life will be held at a future date.

Ross's memory will live on through the countless lives he touched and the love he shared with family and friends. Though he will be deeply missed, he will never be forgotten.

I shall think of you at sunset, and at sunrise, again; and at noon, and forenoon, and afternoon, and always, and evermore, till this little heart stops beating and is still. ~ Emily Dickinson