Missing Ken on His Birthday: Many Reasons for Gratitude
Thursday was Ken’s birthday. It was a tough day for me. As I have said often this year, the firsts and the lasts are the most difficult: the first time I do something alone that we had done together for decades, the last time I eat something Ken grew or raised for example. Thursday I was coming home from visiting my parents. It was so good to see them. There was much …
