It’s been a month already since we lost Ken. And it’s still painful to think about it. I think about what could have been, had he come here for Christmas, or if he decided not to ride that day, or if he even left a minute earlier or later. I know it doesn’t do any good to dwell on those “what-ifs,” yet I do it anyway.
I’ve finally looked through some of the pictures I got when I was there. Some of them are in Ken’s gallery. There are more pictures I need to look through, and hopefully will have them up here tomorrow.