My fellow hiker, Ken died last week. I will pray for him and ask him to pray for me. He loved to walk. Many times when the group turned aroud, he continued on. When his wife Sarah was well, she matched him stride for stride. Both Ken and Sarah are tall and thin. I can still picture them questioning the group why we were turning around, or why we didn't want to walk in the rain.
So long, Ken. I'll miss your inspiration.
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Hi Faith! It's Zenobia. Very sorry for your loss! He sounds like a wonderful gentleman! (hugs)
Thanks, Zenobia. Ken's death was a shock because he just missed one hike and then he was gone. His wife, Sarah, is in a nursing home with dementia. Strange how sometimes the caretaker goes first.
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