Thinking of you

We miss you laughing and joking around with us.  
The vendors miss you visiting them and buying their merchandise such as
music, CD's,
tee shirts, and
sweat shirts,
drum sticks,
and other stuff you bought from vendors.   

YOU ARE MISSED! 

My long time friend of 20 years.
I will miss you so much.
What am I going to do without you?
 I will miss your laughs, jokes, and traveling with me.
 I don't know where to start. 
There is so much to say.
 I have regrets of not telling you what a good friend you were.
One thing I could appreciate about you is being able to spend a lot of time with you in meetings.
 I asked God why he didn't protect you?  Then I thanked God for you being in my life.
 You were like a big brother to me protecting me at meetings and traveling together.
I know you felt sad about your dog being sold, but you knew your dog was free and not tied up anymore.
 Your free now too, with no more worries.
 I have to let you go too.  But I know I will meet you again when God comes in the second coming for his children.  
We will all be healthly and strong.  There will be no more sickness in heaven.
 I will see you again, my friend Kenny.
I miss you a lot.

Two common interests we shared.
We were Education warriors. You were an exceptional teacher and helped many college students in math.  
I'm glad I got to meet you at NWIC.
 I know you enjoyed helping students with math because it was such a struggle for most students.
 It is a privilege to be in your office at NWIC.  
Thanks for helping me with math.

We were also recovery warriors.
I know you enjoyed helping anyone with recovery.
This is another hard subject to tackle in life.  I am thankful I got to share our recovery time together too.
 We have been good friends in the fellowship for 20 years.
 How time flies.
When I saw how many friends you had in recovery, I wanted that too.
It was evident at your funeral services too. No matter where we went you were always asked to speak at meetings.  I hope I can help others in the recovery program like you did.
 Thanks for coming to movies with me even though you would rather have gone to meetings instead.  

I remember your jokes when you were telling your recovery story with you laughs and smiles.  Thank you for leading me to a program that teaches about our Creator.  I want to thank you for showing me where all the recovery meetings were in Whatcom County and other counties in 1993.  It is amazing it was that long ago.  At first I quit going to meetings for awhile because I got busy, but you knew how important it was to be committed to the program.
 I know it is important and a way of life to commit to recovery.
 I know why you had so many friends.  I wanted  to be called in meeting like you were to speak, but I didn't know what to say, still like that today.
 I want to be an example like you.  
It is going to be hard to go to meetings without you.  We always walked in together and walked out together. I was backwards going by myself.  
You not being able to drive anymore gave the wonderful opportunity to pick you up and take you to weekly meetings year after year.
 I will really miss your company even though we didn't talk that much.
 Your company was what mattered.  Now I have to take your suggestion and make  friends since your are not here.
I remember when we were first going to meetings long ago. It was snowing real hard, but you came to pick me up and we made it to a meetings. that was when you still drove.  
At the end it was amazing how you got around with no car.
 My dear friend, I never saw you judge anyone.  
I enjoyed your company and traveling with me on  weekends during the summer.
Thanks for coming with me when I bought my bird. Thanks for listening to me.
I wished I could have helped you more, but I worked full time and I had my   own family.  
Seems like you were always there for everyone.  
I have really needed my friends in recovery groups in the last few months in 2012 because of the losses in my family.  
Thank you for being there for my family when we lost my brother on September 14th and sister October 14th, 2012.  
The day you were found October 23rd, 2012 was the worst day for me and I know the months ahead will be lonley without your company.  
Jesus didn't deserve the death he died and neither did you!
 I hope you knew how much your friendship meant to me.
 I am really going to miss you a lot, but your work here is done my friend and you can rest in peace now.  
My journey without you will be very  hard, but I have to make more friends now.  Thank you so much for showing me how to committ to recovery.  
Your friend in the fellowship.
I will miss you. It is so hard because we spent so much time together.
I didn't realize that until you were gone. 
Kathy Humphreys 

I got an acoustic guitar at a g-sale and i was adjusting the neck and it broke now the guitar plays just fine. this is something both kenny and i would be laughing about. Just made me think of my brother we use to do stuff like this all the time we would get something and try and rescue it and it would break and it would work just fine after we try and fix it an fix it by mistake.

Ken is my 2nd eldest brother, 12 years my senior, so we're really from different generation's, it seems.  I didn't spend much quality time with Ken, other than church, we really had little in common.  He was in his teen years, when I was a baby, so he hung out with Stanford Solomon, Virgil Cagey, the Misanes boys, John Paul, Art Humphrey & other's from that generation.

He had such a good heart, was always there to help the family, when necessary.  We came from humble beginnings, much of our life depended on what food they got for us.  I remember once they brought home a rabbit.  Mom skinned it and cooked it for us.  Nobody at it, except me - lol.  I wanted to see what it tasted like.  I can tell you, that it tasted like chicken, it really does - even the texture is similar. 

He also had a wonderful sense of humor - he always had a story to share with us, when we were all together for the holidays. 

That's how I'll remember my 2nd eldest brother.  I miss you Ken, save a place for me too & tell mom, dad, james, eveline, aunties, uncles, grandpa's, grandma's & ronnie I say hello!  Miss you all very much & your all still in my heart. 

I know you must be jamming your guitar in heaven, with the best.

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As kids, we used to have races.  I was the youngest daughter of 10 siblings.  My eldest brother once told us the story of our dad - he said, when dad used to take them out in the woods, walking, cutting wood, or whatever they did in the woods; our dad would would just grab him and throw him down, in the middle of no-where, for no apparent reason.  He said he'd be walking along, having fun, playing, talking to dad, walking across fallen logs, dad would trip him, or knock him over - just out of the blue.  LOL.  I have to laugh, when I think about it -- because, Ken did that to me a couple times (I forgive him over the years - lol).  The story behind all this -- our dad wanted to teach us not to trust anyone.  Anyone can hurt you, for no known reason, at any time in life.  Old indian trips...lol.

We grew up going to church at Rev. Ray Paul's church.  We travelled to campmeetings all over Washington, Oregon, Idaho, Montana, Tacoma & Kenny enjoyed taking his guitar for the services.  After church ended, the guitar players would have jam session's that would last, long in the morning hours.  It was a joy and blessing to hear all the musician's play gospel music.  At the end of the day, after church ended, they'd sometimes mix their rock-n-roll version of gospel music.

Kenny was pretty much a man's man, he loved the outdoors, fishing, hunting.  Growing up with Ken, our brother's provided our main staple of food, ducks, geese, clams, crabs, oysters, deer, elk - sometimes in/or renegading - out of season, with stories to tell - upon return. 

Ken is dearly missed by our family.  Thank you all for sharing.  

Shared some of the music that inspired Ken - he liked to listen to Eric Burdon & the Animals.  He taught himself how to play the guitar, by ear.  He'd play Chet Atkins - one of his favorite - and, of course Eric Burdon & The Animals.  I don't remember who or where he got his first guitar, vaguely recall him working with someone from church to learn the chords.  It was great hearing his guitar skills throughout the years.  I just remember, when he was teaching himself, he practiced non-stop - it seemed.