Saturday, February 2, 2008

From Marlee Buckson

I was intimidated by Ken -- his intelligence and yet the ease with which he carried himself. He was cute, and I always thought he was going to be one of those guys who became more attractive with age. That was confirmed when I saw him last, shortly before his death. I'm grateful for that memory.

I'm no longer mad about his choice. I will always be in mourning for how our lives would have been different had he remained in them.

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