Megan, my sincerest condolences. I am absolutely heartbroken for you and the rest of the family. Whenever I think of Ken, I fondly remember a man who was always SO excited to hear about what’s new in my life, or what crazy adventures I was getting into. When he asked “Hey bud, how’ve you been?” he GENUINELY wanted to know and he CARED about my reply. If his words didn’t convince you, his hugs would.
His sly smile and laugh when he would come over to the group campsite and go “Hey dude you’re gonna have to come over and check out this new thing I got…….” and he would raise his eyebrows menacingly. Of course I would follow him, and before he could show me, he had to offer me some steak, chicken, or sausage, whatever he had masterly prepared on the grill. Then it was on to his newest toy, could be a blow dart tube, could be some cool machete, could be a flame thrower, you never knew, but it was hard not to get excited as well, as his excitement would easily rub off on you.
These are just some of the moments that I will hold near and dear to my heart, and I will awfully miss making new ones. Rest now, Ken, and find peace. Love you, Meg.
