ForeverMissed
This online memorial was created in memory of our loved one, Lenny King, who passed away on February 11, 2021, on the Feast of Our Lady of Lourdes, to Whom she was deeply devoted. We know our Blessed Mother embraced Lenny tightly, holding her hand as they journeyed to heaven! 
Lenny was a saint who walked the earth and graced our lives with so much joy, goodness, and happiness! 
Please help us memorialize precious moments with her by posting stories and pictures, or simply lighting a candle in her memory!
Posted by Anton Gonzales on February 24, 2021
To Kuya Tan Tan, Kuya Ken, Ate Lyn Lyn and Ate Meg and family,

When I first learned that your Moms health had gone from bad to worse, I was honestly shocked and was in disbelief. Just a few days prior, I remember reading on facebook that her health was improving and thought that she was now on the way to a full recovery. We continued to pray and then suddenly, she had passed. To be honest, I’m still having a difficult time accepting that she is gone, in part because her personality was larger than life and everyone that met her is always left with an impression. Mama would say that they would call her typhoon Lenny because of how everyone knew that she had arrived with her loud welcoming voice, warm hugs and always asking everyone how they’re doing. I think it was her sincere care for everyone around her, multiplied by her way of expressing it that made her so memorable and loved.

On the last day of the novena, TJ was actually pushing me to say something and share a story or two about your Mom. As much as I wanted to, I really didn’t know what to say because so many memories came to mind. I had so many thoughts that if I decided to speak that day, I might be rambling on non-stop so I just said I would be an observer for now, but would write to you and your family and share a few stories with you.

My first real recollection of meeting Mama Lenny was after returning from the states in 1998, just a few months before you all came for Ate Lyn-Lyns wedding. While I remember seeing her picture in West Covina and saying that she seemed familiar, it was only after my stay with you all that we really sat down and spoke to each other. One of the first things she asked about was how was my health doing and if my stay at their home was comfortable. I was surprised because she knew how I ended up staying with you all and was in many ways rescued, yet she was concerned on how my stay was. We then spoke about the upcoming wedding and that the boys would be happy to get together once they arrived.

Soon after that, we were at Marcelo for the bachelorette party. I remember staying in the garden and the next thing I knew, there was a posted of a half naked man with Brents face on it and a bunch of ladies blindfolded playing pin the "hmm hmm" on Brent. After your mom had finished her turn, she removed her blindfold and said “ HAY!!!! Ang layo naman!!!! Ulit (or again)!!!!” To be honest for a little while after that, whenever I would see your Mom, I would laugh a little bit. There’s something about the image of her walking blindfolded towards a poster of a macho Brent with a paper "hmm hmm" in her hand and her loud reaction after that just stays with you.

Mama Lenny was also the reason I was able to reconnect with your cousins after they moved back to Cebu. Just when I had started to travel to Visayas for work, we were speaking one evening and she let me know to make sure I drop by Ricas (I think) beside the Grand Majestic as the boys frequent the place. I had lunch there one afternoon and low and behold, Jong Jong walked in and since that time, every time I was in Cebu for work, I always made it a point to meet up with the cousins.

I also would not have met you all and gotten to know you and develop a sibling type closeness had it not been for Mama Lenny. I remember hearing that when I was in LA in 1998 and Mama Lenny asked Kuya Tan and Kuya Ken to pick me up Cerritos and spend a few days with you, they both thought they would be baby sitting because my Mama described me as some sort of angel totoy! But thanks so much for picking me up despite that. I guess a shaved head, baggy pants, a goatie and freaking out Ate Lyn Lyn by having her listen to the song “Don’t touch my birdie” put those concerns to bed, although I have to say, watching those movies at Auntie Libets house...wild!

Each time I was planning a trip to LA, regardless of who I was with, Mama Lenny always said to call Tan Tan and see if Delia was available. She always made it a point to remind me, “ Anton Hijo, that’s your house ok?” And true enough, a trip to LA was not complete without either a visit or a stay at West Covina, and later on in Upland, where we always felt at home.

Mama and Papa always spoke very fondly of Mama Lenny and she was such a huge support for Mama when Papa passed. She was all out of sorts when she heard the news that Mama Lenny wasn’t well, and even more so distraught upon hearing that she passed. I’ve only heard Mama say that she was heart broken on 3 occasions, and this was one of them. I spoke to her a few days ago and just by mentioning Mama Lenny, her voice would start to quaver.

The last time I communicated with Mama Lenny was just after we moved house, which was a few days after her birthday last year. She was asking about Mama and said she was going to give her a call soon. I don’t know about you but whenever I read her messages, it’s as if I can hear her talking in her usual happy and boisterous way. We chatted about her visiting us up here again, like the time they did a few years ago with Uncle Robin driving Mama Lenny and her ladies crew and we met up for dinner. We were really looking forward to seeing her again once the borders opened and we never would have guessed that that would be the last time.

If there’s one constant from listening to everyone share their memories, particularly those who are about the same age as I, Mama Lenny was like a 2nd Mom to everyone. Knowing that she is no longer with us is really tough to bear and things will definitely never be the same. Having moved to Canada and with LA being closer than Manila, seeing Mama Lenny in a way made me feel like I was with Mama, but a hipper version. She would tell me stories about Mama, pass on Mamas love and would also let me know that she would tell Mama that we met up and give her updates about my family, especially the children. She would also gladly take any cards or gifts I had for her and give them to her as soon as she was back in Manila.

To you, her family, from the bottom of my heart, I just wanted to say thank you so much for sharing Mama Lenny with me and my family and for unselfishly allowing us to spend time with her while she was here. We miss her so much and will hold her in our hearts and cherish the memories forever. 

Anton, TJ, Leighton and Loic
Posted by JANETTE ALICAWAY on February 15, 2021
Ate Len,
You, with Kuya Robin, are a light in my arid spiritual desert. Our time together may have been few and sparse in between. Yet, you packed every moment with memories that only sought and begged for more. I will have to wait now till God calls me Home, too.
I remember as a child, meeting everyone from your amazing family (Papa Ben, Mama Betty, yourself, Ate Pinky, Ate Libet, Ate Mabel, Benjo and Gigi) when you came up North to visit us from the magical Lutupan. I wanted to know where this magical place was because it was peopled by the most delightful, friendliest, laughingest, happiest folks. Papa Ben called Junjun 'Ohalis' then and on learning the meaning of his endearing nickname, I thought Waray was this magical dialect, too. And that anecdote of you and your sisters talking yourselves silly about a farmer or gardener you'd met that had you running for your dear lives is a hysterical tale that never grows old. It had to do with how the story was told, of course, and you were always masterful at that.
I vaguely recall seeing you and Kuya Robin, when you were young, tender sweethearts, at our Andres Abellana home when you came to visit with Mom.
I remember being a bit older, visiting your home with Mom when Meg was an infant. You and Mom were so worried because Meg had needed surgery. I remember looking into her crib and not quite understanding what was the matter with the beautiful baby lying there but sensing your mutual fears, wanting to make sure, too, that Meg would be okay.
I remember a few visits more to our Barracks home when I was older. And we would be so excited to meet you all again when those times happened. Even the most introverted of us, Dad, was plenty charmed by you. No one could get away from the magic you spun around you.
I remember visiting your home in Marcelo when I was hoping to come to the United States to join Ed in my 30s. Mom and I were so loved and cared for while staying with you. You asked Auntie Ellen to help me with my visa and flight ticket. You brought us to attend mass at an Opus Dei church before I finally got on the flight, one that had brought me halfway across the world to live the next 30 years of my life here now.
I remember the weddings in our families that we attended together.
I remember you and Kuya Robin, you with Tan and Ate Mabel and Gigi, you and Kuya Robin and 14 other family members coming to visit us in happier times at 13 Joseph, filling the house up with shouts of laughter and with mirthful giggles. Every time, there would be new anecdotes to listen to in amazement and to chuckle over for you never ceased to see the sublimely funny in all circumstances. You would trade joke after joke with Ed like fencing masters, given your rapier wits and wacky senses of humor being always in synch.
I remember our always getting invited into the city to meet you whenever you were here.
And then the sad time when Mom's cancer had metastasized to her liver and brain in December of 2015, it was nearing Christmas and the winter weather was creating flood hazards and the ride from West Covina to South San Francisco was all of 8 hours one way, yet you came with family to be with us. You gave Mom that quiet peace of knowing she was so loved by you, of calming her fears about dying. You loved her through thick and thin, through the best of times and the worst of times.
And after Mom went to Heaven on January 4, 2016, you took me under your wing and said you would fill in for her in my life from then on.
I remember Ed and I being invited to your Golden Wedding anniversary! How beautiful you were and how gloriously happy with Kuya Robin and your family surrounding you with such glowing love.
And the last times we spoke and texted to each other, you were starting to feel under the weather from what we both hoped wasn't due to covid. For you'd started out with symptoms like Ed had and he did not have covid. We held out our hopes and we tried our best to do supportive therapies to keep your immune system up. Even as you were getting weaker, you stayed so positive and strong, I had thanked you for fighting so. And you had this long pause before you said: "I fight for all of you." And my heart completely understood. Your life has been a great fight always for all of us. I just did not realize how much you did so and how many of us there were until I started attending the Divine mercy and Holy Rosary zoom meetings.
All of us, Ate Len. We have been so loved and fought for by you. And I said arid spiritual desert before because I had found myself lost there for some years back and was only slowly finding my way out. Thank you for your guiding light, Ate Len.
I can't allow myself to be too sad, I know. Papa Ben and Mama Betty, oh, I can imagine how happy they are to have you with them forever now. Mom must be so happy to have her best friend with her again. And Dad, with a shy grin slowly spreading across his face, must be so equally delighted. And Jason, Jason, he loves and adores his Mama Len, too.
Kuya Robin heard you in the yellow rose blooming in your garden this morning. You were calling him to see you, to feel you, to know that you are always going to be with him. You are in our hearts and in our souls. We see you, we feel you, we know you aren't going to surrender us to our sorrow and to our spiritual disquiet.
I know God loves me very much because He gave you me in my life, no matter how undeserving I was. Thank you for the gift of Ate Len, Lord!
Thank you for the gift of you, Ate Len! Love you always. Hug and kiss everyone we love up in Heaven for me, for all of us!


Posted by Mike Jocson on February 14, 2021
To our dear, Hill-King family, we truly grieve with you on the passing of Tita Lenny. As I remember her always smiling, laughing, never a frown and sharing a talk with everyone. A kind soul and a loving wife to Tito Robin and mother to her children. We will miss you but we will never forget you. We'll keep praying for your eternal repose and may the good Lord take you in His loving embrace for eternity. Please say hello to all our dearly beloved who have passed on and to our papa (Peping) as well, God bless you Tita Lenny and your loving family!

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Posted by Anton Gonzales on February 24, 2021
To Kuya Tan Tan, Kuya Ken, Ate Lyn Lyn and Ate Meg and family,

When I first learned that your Moms health had gone from bad to worse, I was honestly shocked and was in disbelief. Just a few days prior, I remember reading on facebook that her health was improving and thought that she was now on the way to a full recovery. We continued to pray and then suddenly, she had passed. To be honest, I’m still having a difficult time accepting that she is gone, in part because her personality was larger than life and everyone that met her is always left with an impression. Mama would say that they would call her typhoon Lenny because of how everyone knew that she had arrived with her loud welcoming voice, warm hugs and always asking everyone how they’re doing. I think it was her sincere care for everyone around her, multiplied by her way of expressing it that made her so memorable and loved.

On the last day of the novena, TJ was actually pushing me to say something and share a story or two about your Mom. As much as I wanted to, I really didn’t know what to say because so many memories came to mind. I had so many thoughts that if I decided to speak that day, I might be rambling on non-stop so I just said I would be an observer for now, but would write to you and your family and share a few stories with you.

My first real recollection of meeting Mama Lenny was after returning from the states in 1998, just a few months before you all came for Ate Lyn-Lyns wedding. While I remember seeing her picture in West Covina and saying that she seemed familiar, it was only after my stay with you all that we really sat down and spoke to each other. One of the first things she asked about was how was my health doing and if my stay at their home was comfortable. I was surprised because she knew how I ended up staying with you all and was in many ways rescued, yet she was concerned on how my stay was. We then spoke about the upcoming wedding and that the boys would be happy to get together once they arrived.

Soon after that, we were at Marcelo for the bachelorette party. I remember staying in the garden and the next thing I knew, there was a posted of a half naked man with Brents face on it and a bunch of ladies blindfolded playing pin the "hmm hmm" on Brent. After your mom had finished her turn, she removed her blindfold and said “ HAY!!!! Ang layo naman!!!! Ulit (or again)!!!!” To be honest for a little while after that, whenever I would see your Mom, I would laugh a little bit. There’s something about the image of her walking blindfolded towards a poster of a macho Brent with a paper "hmm hmm" in her hand and her loud reaction after that just stays with you.

Mama Lenny was also the reason I was able to reconnect with your cousins after they moved back to Cebu. Just when I had started to travel to Visayas for work, we were speaking one evening and she let me know to make sure I drop by Ricas (I think) beside the Grand Majestic as the boys frequent the place. I had lunch there one afternoon and low and behold, Jong Jong walked in and since that time, every time I was in Cebu for work, I always made it a point to meet up with the cousins.

I also would not have met you all and gotten to know you and develop a sibling type closeness had it not been for Mama Lenny. I remember hearing that when I was in LA in 1998 and Mama Lenny asked Kuya Tan and Kuya Ken to pick me up Cerritos and spend a few days with you, they both thought they would be baby sitting because my Mama described me as some sort of angel totoy! But thanks so much for picking me up despite that. I guess a shaved head, baggy pants, a goatie and freaking out Ate Lyn Lyn by having her listen to the song “Don’t touch my birdie” put those concerns to bed, although I have to say, watching those movies at Auntie Libets house...wild!

Each time I was planning a trip to LA, regardless of who I was with, Mama Lenny always said to call Tan Tan and see if Delia was available. She always made it a point to remind me, “ Anton Hijo, that’s your house ok?” And true enough, a trip to LA was not complete without either a visit or a stay at West Covina, and later on in Upland, where we always felt at home.

Mama and Papa always spoke very fondly of Mama Lenny and she was such a huge support for Mama when Papa passed. She was all out of sorts when she heard the news that Mama Lenny wasn’t well, and even more so distraught upon hearing that she passed. I’ve only heard Mama say that she was heart broken on 3 occasions, and this was one of them. I spoke to her a few days ago and just by mentioning Mama Lenny, her voice would start to quaver.

The last time I communicated with Mama Lenny was just after we moved house, which was a few days after her birthday last year. She was asking about Mama and said she was going to give her a call soon. I don’t know about you but whenever I read her messages, it’s as if I can hear her talking in her usual happy and boisterous way. We chatted about her visiting us up here again, like the time they did a few years ago with Uncle Robin driving Mama Lenny and her ladies crew and we met up for dinner. We were really looking forward to seeing her again once the borders opened and we never would have guessed that that would be the last time.

If there’s one constant from listening to everyone share their memories, particularly those who are about the same age as I, Mama Lenny was like a 2nd Mom to everyone. Knowing that she is no longer with us is really tough to bear and things will definitely never be the same. Having moved to Canada and with LA being closer than Manila, seeing Mama Lenny in a way made me feel like I was with Mama, but a hipper version. She would tell me stories about Mama, pass on Mamas love and would also let me know that she would tell Mama that we met up and give her updates about my family, especially the children. She would also gladly take any cards or gifts I had for her and give them to her as soon as she was back in Manila.

To you, her family, from the bottom of my heart, I just wanted to say thank you so much for sharing Mama Lenny with me and my family and for unselfishly allowing us to spend time with her while she was here. We miss her so much and will hold her in our hearts and cherish the memories forever. 

Anton, TJ, Leighton and Loic
Posted by JANETTE ALICAWAY on February 15, 2021
Ate Len,
You, with Kuya Robin, are a light in my arid spiritual desert. Our time together may have been few and sparse in between. Yet, you packed every moment with memories that only sought and begged for more. I will have to wait now till God calls me Home, too.
I remember as a child, meeting everyone from your amazing family (Papa Ben, Mama Betty, yourself, Ate Pinky, Ate Libet, Ate Mabel, Benjo and Gigi) when you came up North to visit us from the magical Lutupan. I wanted to know where this magical place was because it was peopled by the most delightful, friendliest, laughingest, happiest folks. Papa Ben called Junjun 'Ohalis' then and on learning the meaning of his endearing nickname, I thought Waray was this magical dialect, too. And that anecdote of you and your sisters talking yourselves silly about a farmer or gardener you'd met that had you running for your dear lives is a hysterical tale that never grows old. It had to do with how the story was told, of course, and you were always masterful at that.
I vaguely recall seeing you and Kuya Robin, when you were young, tender sweethearts, at our Andres Abellana home when you came to visit with Mom.
I remember being a bit older, visiting your home with Mom when Meg was an infant. You and Mom were so worried because Meg had needed surgery. I remember looking into her crib and not quite understanding what was the matter with the beautiful baby lying there but sensing your mutual fears, wanting to make sure, too, that Meg would be okay.
I remember a few visits more to our Barracks home when I was older. And we would be so excited to meet you all again when those times happened. Even the most introverted of us, Dad, was plenty charmed by you. No one could get away from the magic you spun around you.
I remember visiting your home in Marcelo when I was hoping to come to the United States to join Ed in my 30s. Mom and I were so loved and cared for while staying with you. You asked Auntie Ellen to help me with my visa and flight ticket. You brought us to attend mass at an Opus Dei church before I finally got on the flight, one that had brought me halfway across the world to live the next 30 years of my life here now.
I remember the weddings in our families that we attended together.
I remember you and Kuya Robin, you with Tan and Ate Mabel and Gigi, you and Kuya Robin and 14 other family members coming to visit us in happier times at 13 Joseph, filling the house up with shouts of laughter and with mirthful giggles. Every time, there would be new anecdotes to listen to in amazement and to chuckle over for you never ceased to see the sublimely funny in all circumstances. You would trade joke after joke with Ed like fencing masters, given your rapier wits and wacky senses of humor being always in synch.
I remember our always getting invited into the city to meet you whenever you were here.
And then the sad time when Mom's cancer had metastasized to her liver and brain in December of 2015, it was nearing Christmas and the winter weather was creating flood hazards and the ride from West Covina to South San Francisco was all of 8 hours one way, yet you came with family to be with us. You gave Mom that quiet peace of knowing she was so loved by you, of calming her fears about dying. You loved her through thick and thin, through the best of times and the worst of times.
And after Mom went to Heaven on January 4, 2016, you took me under your wing and said you would fill in for her in my life from then on.
I remember Ed and I being invited to your Golden Wedding anniversary! How beautiful you were and how gloriously happy with Kuya Robin and your family surrounding you with such glowing love.
And the last times we spoke and texted to each other, you were starting to feel under the weather from what we both hoped wasn't due to covid. For you'd started out with symptoms like Ed had and he did not have covid. We held out our hopes and we tried our best to do supportive therapies to keep your immune system up. Even as you were getting weaker, you stayed so positive and strong, I had thanked you for fighting so. And you had this long pause before you said: "I fight for all of you." And my heart completely understood. Your life has been a great fight always for all of us. I just did not realize how much you did so and how many of us there were until I started attending the Divine mercy and Holy Rosary zoom meetings.
All of us, Ate Len. We have been so loved and fought for by you. And I said arid spiritual desert before because I had found myself lost there for some years back and was only slowly finding my way out. Thank you for your guiding light, Ate Len.
I can't allow myself to be too sad, I know. Papa Ben and Mama Betty, oh, I can imagine how happy they are to have you with them forever now. Mom must be so happy to have her best friend with her again. And Dad, with a shy grin slowly spreading across his face, must be so equally delighted. And Jason, Jason, he loves and adores his Mama Len, too.
Kuya Robin heard you in the yellow rose blooming in your garden this morning. You were calling him to see you, to feel you, to know that you are always going to be with him. You are in our hearts and in our souls. We see you, we feel you, we know you aren't going to surrender us to our sorrow and to our spiritual disquiet.
I know God loves me very much because He gave you me in my life, no matter how undeserving I was. Thank you for the gift of Ate Len, Lord!
Thank you for the gift of you, Ate Len! Love you always. Hug and kiss everyone we love up in Heaven for me, for all of us!


Posted by Mike Jocson on February 14, 2021
To our dear, Hill-King family, we truly grieve with you on the passing of Tita Lenny. As I remember her always smiling, laughing, never a frown and sharing a talk with everyone. A kind soul and a loving wife to Tito Robin and mother to her children. We will miss you but we will never forget you. We'll keep praying for your eternal repose and may the good Lord take you in His loving embrace for eternity. Please say hello to all our dearly beloved who have passed on and to our papa (Peping) as well, God bless you Tita Lenny and your loving family!
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Obituary

     It is with inconsolable grief that we announce the passing of Lenny King, at the age of 72, on February 11, 2021, at the UCLA-Sta. Monica Medical Center in Los Angeles California. She is survived by her husband, Robin King, children Margarette, Kenneth, Kathleen, and Jonathan, children-in-law Jocelino Joun, Milagros Lao, Brent Santos and Mara Figueroa and grandchildren, Matthew, Samantha, Nicholas, Madison, Dylan, Ryder, Hunter, Karl, Justin, Ian, Danielle, Ethan and Taylor.
     Born in Manila, Philippines, Lenny King graduated with a degree of Bachelor of Arts in Social Science at the University of San Carlos, Philippines where she met her future husband, Robin King. They were subsequently married in 1968 at the Archbishop's Palace in Cebu City. After a brief sojourn in Cebu, the young couple eventually moved to Paranaque City, where they have maintained residence since 1975.
     While her husband pursued his career as a banking professional, Lenny fully devoted herself to raising and nurturing her children who were born in quick succession, Margarette in 1969, Kenneth in 1970, Kathleen in 1972 and Jonathan in 1976. As the children began schooling and Lenny found herself with time to spare, she became involved with helping the parish community of the Marcelo Green Village Catholic Church.
     In 1994, Lenny and Robin with their children moved to Los Angeles, California, where Robin continued his banking career. Lenny, on the other hand, picked up her homemaking where she left off in the Philippines, but this time, in happily marrying off her children. First, Margarette to Jocelino Joun in 1993, then Kathleen to Brent Santos in 1998, Kenneth to Milagros Lao in 2001, and finally, Jonathan to Mara Figueroa in 2003. 
     Then came the grandchildren, Matthew in 1994, Samantha in 1996, Nicholas and Karl in 1999, Justin in 2002, Danielle in 2004, Dylan in 2005, Ian and Ethan in 2008, Madison in 2009, Ryder in 2011, Taylor in 2012 and finally, Hunter in 2013. Lenny doted on her grandchildren and spent hours taking care of them and lavishing them abundantly with her love and affection. 
     And that is what we celebrate in Lenny's life, her selfless love as a wife, mother and grandmother. But now at her passing, we have come to realize how much she also touched others with her openness, eagerness to help and always cheerful disposition. Her own siblings, brothers and sisters-in-law, nephews, nieces, cousins, other relatives and friends are all mourning the loss of Lenny. She loved to sing and dance, savor Japanese and other Asian delicacies, travel abroad, dress elegantly, entertain people, endlessly chat with relatives and friends either personally or on the smartphone, and just being a joy to everyone. Exemplary in her devotion to Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament and to the Blessed Virgin Mary, she returned to her Creator on the Feast of Our Lady of Lourdes.
    Although the family encourages relatives and friends to pay their respects privately due to the coronavirus pandemic, we shall announce later the schedules of any public viewing, live stream access or funeral service which the Forest Lawn Cemetery may permit as well as the social distancing protocols which may be enforced.

     In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions in Lenny King's name may be made either to:
1. Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception
    
400 Michigan Ave.NE, Washington D.C.  20017-1566
   Donate to the National Shrine - Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception

2. City of Hope
    P.O. Box 513477
    Los Angeles, CA. 90051-3477
   Donate to City of Hope (convio.net)

3. Philippine Foundation for Cultural & Education Development, Inc
    (For Punlaan Center)
    The Philippine Foundation for Cultural and Educational Development , Inc. (pfced.org)
    Bank of the Philippine Islands
    (Current account)
    Acct# 0321-0202-08
    ****  Please send your deposit slip to activities@pfcedinc.org  ****

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By: Melinda Bacol Montilla

Shared by Mary Kathleen Santos on February 23, 2021
GO GENTLY INTO THE NIGHT

The rage that propelled youth forward
Has calmed down with age but not burnt out
The heart stays fearless, at times wayward
The spirit is cheerful, still out and about

Sight may falter but keen as ever
In seeing what the heart must see
Ears that go silent can still hear
The laughter of children down memory lane

Don't fight the current of the river
To its flow, one must surrender
Do not fear the steep drop
Embrace the love that awaits
In the silvery pool below

Let God's loving arms keep you afloat
You have given life a good fight
Close your eyes, feel the peace
Of becoming one with the light

The radiance of God's smile
Snuffs out the dark's might
Now, the night is bright
Go gently into the night.


Dedicated to Lenny Hill King
02/11/2021

Ryder's tribute to Grammy

Shared by Ken King on February 20, 2021
Shared by Floreliz Mendoza on February 19, 2021
I mourn with you for the incalculable loss of Tita Lenny. I still remember her bright smile as we greeted each other at the Fernandez Reunion in Shenandoah, VA in June 2019. Her boisterous laugh still rings loud even after some time has passed. Sadly, that would be the last time I would see her. She had such a big smile, a big laugh and above all a big heart. Rest now Tita Lenny. Until I see you again.
With love,
Gerlie Mendoza and Family