Thursday, August 27, 2020
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Ken and I had been best friends since we first met at my grandfathers farm at Provost. But because he was so shy it took another six years before it blossomed. Ken had considered taking our friendship to a higher level until he had his stroke in 1976. We were each others sounding block for problems and thoughts. He wanted me to move in with him for several years before he passed away. I had tried to call him to tell him I was going to move in when I found out that he had passed away. RIP my dear friend and love.
