Kenneth Boyd

How does a sister begin to memorialize a special kinship with a brother she has loved and idolized her entire life?

Being 5 years older than Ken, and the only girl sibling, I grew up feeling
special and never forgot it. When big decisions were to be made Ken’s views were important to me. If he didn’t tell me what to do, he would often end by saying, “Look, here’s what I’d do.” and that’s often what I did.

The world lost a good one this time! Rest in peace...