A few weeks ago, on what would have been our 16th wedding anniversary, the kids and I (with my immediate family) honored Ken’s request to be humbly returned to the land and sea. We scattered the ashes we were given near Manzanita, our favorite Oregon beach where we’ve been going with Mom & family for the last two decades.
The spot was off of a state park trail where an old growth tree had toppled and it’s upturned roots created a giant fern-filled bowl that felt reverent and magical. Calvin said with confidence, “Daddy would like this place.”
Mom brought yellow Gerber daisies and we placed them amongst the ferns and ashes as if they had always been there. For the children and me, it was a moment to reflect and carry out the final wishes of the man we knew and love. 
This is the Silent Haven By Robert G. Ingersoll A thinker of pure thoughts, a speaker of brave words, a doer of generous deeds has reached the silent haven that all the dead have reached, and where the voyage of every life must end; and we, his friends, who even now are hastening after him, are met to do the last kind acts that man may do for man— to tell his virtues and to lay with tenderness and tears his ashes in the sacred place of rest and peace.
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Beautiful! Much love to you all ❤️
Beautifully done ❤️
Love you
Sounds perfect! Sending you all hugs.
Linda Sue
Absolutely beautiful Kali. Love to you and Sid and Calvin❤️
This is the sort of closure that we all hope comes later, not sooner. Still . . . this is perfect: everything beautifully done. I really hope that kenstatus stays active for a long time, as this remains for me an excellent way to “visit” with Ken and family. Best wishes aways,
~ Jim
Kali, this is beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
Last weekend I was going through the airport and remembered how Ken and I had crossed paths there a few years ago. We were picking up our things off the conveyer belt in security and before we headed out to our flights I remember us catching up about what we were both up to. Ken was his typical warm and smiling self and I recall him saying good things about working at Google. Ken was the kind of friend where whether you had seem him the day before or not for a few years, he treated you with the same kindness, warmth, and interest.