eleven years ago

 I actually wrote this on Sunday 28^th October 2012.

Needing inspiration on what to write about – I fished out a random diary of Kens from the back of a cupboard– incredibly 2001, when October 28^th was also Sunday. Oh dear NOT what I had hoped for.

Would you believe it – a most terrible week of Ken being in London to have his hernia repaired (for the third time) at London hernia clinic. The hernia surgeon took a biopsy – and we discovered Ken had secondary cancer, not sure of primary source but, told it was probably prostate cancer.

devastating news...

To try and overcome his despair, Ken set to work on a Homage to Munnings that he was painting. Thank goodness he could lose himself into painting, at least for a while.

Oh yes cancer happens to so many, but are we ever ready to watch the decline and ending of a loved one?  Good job we don’t know what is coming. All the radiotherapy, chemotherapy, false hopes, real pain..

Ken waiting for radiotherapy -and posing for my photo

ENOUGH – this was 11 years ago. It passed, and so did Ken – 20 months later. And so did the two dachshunds, and millions more people and pets around the world.

Ken and his beloved Sophie

Mind you – Ken did still have his humor, so he left us with memories of fun and laughter.

Always willing to pose for photos..

Well, I wanted inspiration on what to write about. Looks like I have found it. Write what you know – I know the past. 

He painted as long as he was able... in dressing gown and cravat.