One of the guests at our wedding gets a special mention today: our wonderful friend Ken, who was there with his equally wonderful wife, Jo-Anne.
I’m not sure exactly how Ken and Gerard met, but it was over thirty years ago. In years gone by, Gerard spent many Christmases with Ken and his family, and for the last several years, I myself have been on the receiving end of Ken and Jo-Anne’s kindness and hospitality. They have been great friends to us. We have shared meals and laughs with them.
Many, many laughs. I have always referred to Ken as the only guy in the world who is as weird as Gerard.
Ken and Jo-Anne’s presence at our wedding was truly a blessing. The day just wouldn’t have felt right without them. When I said goodbye to Ken that night, I had no idea that it would be for the last time.
Six days after the wedding, Ken died suddenly at his home, taken by an aneurysm.
The news has been a tremendous shock to both Gerard and myself. But among the shock is pure gratitude that Ken was there to share an amazing and special day with us. Our final memories of Ken are fine ones indeed.
May Ken rest in peace. May his wife Jo-Anne and his son Will find themselves surrounded by strength and love.
If there is such a place as heaven, it has become a very, very funny place.
Goodbye for now, Ken. Your friendship and laughter will be sorely missed.
