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My Uncle Ken died today. [https://www.hodappfuneralhome.com/obituary/kenneth-j-mahon/ Kenneth Mahon] was a pretty frequent part of my life when I was a kid. {{Mom}}, Tim, and I used to spend most summers in Cincinnati. I remember Ken used to work for a trucking company—ILM, I think—so we always had toy trucks to play with. I don’t remember him too much from those days.
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When I moved to Cincinnati in 1989, he and Gail were gracious enough to let me stay with them for a while. They were always generous toward me, and I’ll always remember him fondly for that. He had a pretty debilitating stroke over tens years ago—a short time after the photo on the right was taken. He was pretty much an invalid through the last years of his life—something no one should have to go through. I only saw him a couple of times after; he alway seemed glad to see me though it was difficult for him to communicate.
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Ken was an avid Catholic, and I hope he found the heaven he hoped for. RIP, Uncle Ken.
  
 
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Revision as of 11:15, 15 February 2020

Heading Home

A few shots from our drive home over the mountains. The first shots are from Newfound Gap, NC.

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My Uncle Ken died today. Kenneth Mahon was a pretty frequent part of my life when I was a kid. Mom, Tim, and I used to spend most summers in Cincinnati. I remember Ken used to work for a trucking company—ILM, I think—so we always had toy trucks to play with. I don’t remember him too much from those days.

When I moved to Cincinnati in 1989, he and Gail were gracious enough to let me stay with them for a while. They were always generous toward me, and I’ll always remember him fondly for that. He had a pretty debilitating stroke over tens years ago—a short time after the photo on the right was taken. He was pretty much an invalid through the last years of his life—something no one should have to go through. I only saw him a couple of times after; he alway seemed glad to see me though it was difficult for him to communicate.

Ken was an avid Catholic, and I hope he found the heaven he hoped for. RIP, Uncle Ken.