Wednesday, January 15, 2020
Ken lived next door to my family on Manvel Street. We spent a lot of time going back and forth between our houses. I loved him like a brother. He watched over me and my siblings when we were kids.We didn't see a lot of each other for several years but we always spoke on the phone around the holidays, the same as this year when I finally got the chance to talk to him on Jan 2, after playing phone tag for a couple of months. As always he praised my dad and Joe Coury for their roles in his young life, as usual he told me how I reminded him of my dad. I loved hearing about their trip to Nashville, and we made plans, plans to see each other soon. Life is so precious, those calls were and will always be treasured