A couple of weeks ago Dave's dad passed away. While it was expected it's not always easy to say good-bye to someone you love. That week we spent mostly at Dave's mom's house. The reason all the family was getting together was a little sad, but it was fun to hear memories of growing up and of Ken's personality. I had only known him since shortly before Dave and I were married, and he had progressed pretty far down the MS road by that time that it was difficult to even carry on a conversation with him. Dave spoke at his funeral and did a lovely job. I personally am glad that Ken was such a wonderful man because he passed much of who he was on to my dear husband, for which I am truly grateful. I marvel daily that I was blessed to be married to such a man as Dave.
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