Ken came to work for my Dad when he was 18 and I was just 5; my Dad and him developed a strong bond and became business partners. Ken was a frequent guest at our breakfast table, and I have fond memories of him and Dad sharing stories, a good hearty laugh, and planning out their day together. Over the years Ken became like family.
Dad and him shared a boat together, built a motorhome, and often had a project on the go. They enjoyed each other’s company and often enjoyed waterskiing and snowmobiling together.
After my Dad’s passing, Ken served as a family historian sharing stories of him and keeping his memory and spirit alive.
My brothers and I are very saddened to hear of his passing, and send our condolences to Ken’s family. We will remember him with a big warm smile on his face; heaven gained a new angel.
Rest In Peace, Ken.
