I am sorry to hear about the death of your father/grandfather. He has been my neighbor for over 3 decades. I will miss our alley chats. I can't believe he's gone. I will continue to wait for him to stroll down the alley to the park or running into him on a nearby trail with the dogs. Once we even went on a motorcycle ride, on our own bikes. He showed me an area I hadn't been on before. He kept on going. I didn't know he was ill. I will miss Ken. Jacki Cook
So many wonderful memories. This is one of my early ones.
Uncle Ken was my scout leader. He loved to bring the pack for hikes. One outing we got lost- I remember walking for hours and we ended up on the railroad tracks. We crossed a small stream and all of us were very thirsty. Ken had us each find a small pebble and and put it into our mouths to help with our thirst.
It really worked.
We then asked him if we were lost.
His reply will always be imbedded in my mind.
He replied “ never lost, just a little bewildered “ !
He was one in a million, and I am so proud that we were both named after his dad and my grandfather!
God bless his memory!