Ken was my father.  I recently moved to California from Nevada where I lived with my husband of 28 years.  We have three daughters.  Caitlyn is 21 and also lives near our home in California.  She is attending school and aspiring to be a counselor.  Cierra is 15 and a sophomore in high school working her way to becoming a trauma surgeon.  Our daughter Courtney died in a car accident two and a half years ago just before her high school graduation.  She was hoping to be a fashion designer.  I have lost both a father and a daughter.  But my life is much bigger than all I have lost.  After my dad's death my mom worked very hard to teach my sister and I to look forward in life and not backward.  I am very proud of the life I have and I know my dad would be proud of me too.  I am currently writing a book about how my life went from tragedy to triumph.  Being Ken's daughter is an honor.  I would love it if anyone could send me stories about him. Because I was only nine when my dad died I have very limited memories of him.Cindy Sue Vair Barber

Kenny and I were good friends from grade school through high school and beyond.  I often helped him milk cows with his father at their dairy farm at 52nd and Ward Road.  He went into the national guard and I went on to CU, but resumed our friendship when he ended his military duties.  I was best man at his wedding and we sold insurance for American Family together for five years until I received my draft notice and sold my agency.  Later I became a credit manager for a furniture company and Kenny a loan officer for Household Finance.  He quickly attained the status of Assistant Manager of his office.  He was led to believe he would soon be promoted to manager, but the company instead transferred him to several different markets as an assistant and never promoted him.  He then landed a job as loan officer for a large bank in Greeley.  Within two years he rose within the bank's hierarchy and became Head Cashier ( that is an extremely responsible position within a bank).I received a phone late one Friday night from Kenny's brother.  He was crying when he told me Kenny had committed suicide.  The bank had fired him and he felt he could not face his family and friends after that.  I had many friends in the banking business and asked around.  I learned the bank president's daughter had just graduated from college and Kenny had been let go, so she could take his position.Kenny left a wonderful woman in his wife, Donna, and two beautiful daughters.  We have remained good friends over the years.  Donna re-married and she and her husband, Dick, have retired and are living in Mazatlan, Mexico.