When I was 24, my mother remarried. She had been married for 25 years or so to my father, who was a moody and depressed person. I have had occasion to see how mean and unforgiving he can be now that I am grown up. I can only imagine what it was like living with him for my mom.
But she was able to divorce him and marry a man that was devoted to her, and he was very nice to my mom's three grown children. While they were married and before my mom died, Ken had a very generous heart when it came to his children and my mom's children. He personally helped me out a lot. Mom and Ken drove down to Ohio to get me when I was miscarrying. They paid for me to fly out to visit them in San Antonio, TX when they lived there. We had so many wonderful family get-to-togethers at their house. It seemed that we were always welcome. Both of them never forgot our birthdays or our children's birthdays. Ken created a calendar every Christmas with all the birthdays and anniversaries and passed out a copy to each of his kids and mom's kids so that we would all know what is going on. Ken kept up the tradition of sending cards and making the calendars after mom passed away 13 years ago.
Ken has loved us kids unconditionally, never being harsh or mean. This is more than my dad has done.
Ken is not feeling well now and has asked Hospice to come in for a while to help. I wish I could be there in Michigan. Since I am not able to be there in person, I do want him to know how much I appreciate him and what he did to make my mother happy.
Happy Father's Day, Ken.
