Friday, May 21, 2021
I only knew Kenny for a little while at the end. It feels dishonorable just talking about him, given he and I could barely be called friends by real terms. But to me, he was grampa. I had lost my grandparents at a young age, and meeting Kenny, I had instantly clicked with him. He was a person I could talk to with ease, someone I could confide in. I met him on my second date with his grandson. He told me that I was a nice girl, and if I ever needed anything the family would be here for me. Over time, I began to open up to all that. Kenny, his grandson, his daughter, his wife and his dog are my family. I believe it wholeheartedly. Kenny talked to me about pretty much everything. He wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. He started his days with coffee and a conversation about how life was in absolute truth. We talked about anything that came to mind. He would look at me and smile, as if he was trying to tell me he trusts me. It was at those moments he genuinely wanted me to be a part of the family. It is safe to say above all else that within the short time I knew him, Kenny had made me content. Not just happy, but calm. And I will always love him for that. My only wish is that we had met sooner. He’s family to me, and not many people outside my blood can make me feel so welcomed in their life. Kenny, I miss you. You were a good friend, and a great grampa.