Ken’s name wasn’t just “Ken”, was it? To us, it was “Ken and Sharon”. One of the last times we saw Ken, he was in the hospital and it was a “good” day for him. After our visit, I remember thinking, “This is how I want to remember Ken.” He laughed, he visited, he was witty. It reminded me of my own Daddy when he told us, “How could a man have so much wrong with him and feel so good.” (Cancer) Forever and ever I will hear Ken, from that day, saying, “Honeybun,” to his other half, Sharon. He was asking her something....but his dear name for her and his love for her are to me his greatest legacy. I will cherish witnessing that love again and again. Ed and I were blessed to have visited Ken on Easter Sunday. He was not awake, but also not in pain, which for us was prayers answered. I truly believe that the angels surrounded Ken that day and lifted him gently into the heavens, and how fitting that it was Easter Sunday....so many promises, and ..."his “honeybun” was beside him...❤️