My Uncle Ken passed away the morning of July 4th. He was diagnosed with cancer about six months ago and chose not to fight it. I think it is quite fitting he died on Independence Day. Ken was a strong spirit and athlete who experienced great pains and joys in life. Born in Estonia, Ken excelled in sports and planned to participate in the Olympics for his country when the events leading up to World War II stole his mother and his opportunities away from him.
Uncle Ken eventually made it to the U.S. and married my dad's younger sister Ruth. I remember visiting their Queen Anne home whenever my family came to Seattle for fun or a medical procedure. Uncle Ken always had fresh doughnuts for us when we were young and an anchovy and a shot of vodka when we were adults. He was a man of the world and our world is a little empty without him. We will miss you Uncle Ken.
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