My brother Ken was a very special person. He was a good son to our parents, a good Dad to Kim and Nathan, a good Grandpa to Kelly and Kaitlin, a good husband to Marilyn, and a good uncle to his nephews, niece, and great nephews. When Ken was growing up he had all kinds of planes hanging from the ceiling in his room. He was born to be a pilot. During the Depression things were very rough, and we shared one bicycle. I was the older sister, and we used to play school and he would be my student. He would recite Psalms 23 for me. Uncle Clem moved in with us during the Depression, and Ken was very close to him and thought of him as a father. Ken played the Baritone horn in the high school band, and he loved to hike in the woods with his best friend Sonny who grew up to be a priest. After dinner, all the neighbor kids would go outside to play games when we were growing up. Ken broke his leg in his senior year in high school and went to the prom and graduation on crutches. When Ken left to attend Penn State, he bought a grey car with red spoked wheels and would come to visit on the weekends. Ken was a very good dancer and used to dance in contests with his high school girlfriend to the Big Band music. He loved being a pilot in the Air Force flying his B-58 Hustler. Ken loved his family, his country, and God. My younger brother was a kind, loyal, and generous man. He always tried to help people. I loved him very dearly and I will miss him so much. Ken, thank you for being such a wonderful brother to me. Love always, Janet.