I spent Ken's birthday in quiet reflection. I went over to the place where his life ended that horrible day and wished him Oh Happy Day like I did every year. Remembered birthdays gone by and the fun times
One of his favorites was his 50th we spent in Pasadena. Little weekend getaway with no pomp and circumstance. I wanted to throw a big party and he would have none
of it. He had no desire to hear all the "over the hill" jokes about turning 50. Ken never wanted to be the subject of any joke. He always took it personally...even when things were said in jest. Always had to be careful not to offend
him when we were kidding around. I realize now how sad it was that he seemed to always feel like people were making fun of him. Nothing could have been farther from the truth. Breaks my heart.