
It's funny how someone that was a stranger to you a short time ago can leave an impression on you that leaves you feeling so sad when you hear of their passing and then there are others you have known for years that pass and the feelings aren't there the same way. I guess it is all about the interraction and relationship you build with someone, no matter how long you may have connected.
A couple years ago, I sent out some letters to various people I found the addresses for on 411.com who I thought were connected to my family during my research. One of the people I sent a letter to was Ken, who I thought may be the Ken who was the son of my great-grandmother's brother George. George left his parents, his siblings and his home in Canada around 1918 to make a new life for himself in the States. I knew George had married and they had a son, but that was about it. Imagine my delight when out of the blue I get a phone call from Wisconsin from the Ken I sent the letter to. Luckily, that Ken WAS the Ken I was looking for, and he was only to happy to share his memories, his stories and many family photos, including some of my great-great-grandparents which I had never seen. When we connected, Ken was 84, me 34 but despite our age gap we talked quite a bit and formed a bond I would like to think. He was an incredibly sweet man with an infectious laughter. His daughter emailed me this morning that Ken passed away earlier this month, his beloved wife only a few months before him. It feels strange to feel the sense of loss "I" feel now that this sweet man is gone. What an honor it is that I had the chance to "meet" him.
To Ken and Alice, may you be together once again in peace.
