A fallen Friend

9 Month’s ago I found out a internet friend of my’n had cancer, I haven’t heard from him since October so I can only assume he has past away.

His name was Kenneth he went by the user name of KenneyGay I just called him Ken, he was an older gay man that live in Arizona, he was a chef and he had had two restaurants that he ran with his husbands in his life, he was a poet and a song writer and he was as they say a happy go lucky person that was always in a good mood and jocking around. 

I meat Ken years ago on a LGBT web site and we hit it rat off, I always keep Ken awar of what websites I was on and invited him to join me so we could stay intouch that way along with emails. 

We were so different yet as Ken would say ” so much alike it’s scary “, we were two different people in euro’s in time but shared so much of the same things in life, we shared a unspoken bond that never had to be said but was from time to time, I loved Ken like a brother that I had never meat but always knew !!! 

His playful panter and witty remarks and his loving soul will be forever missed by those that new him best. 

Thow we goshed and jocked we knew this day would come for life is not etarnal in this world but maybe the next were two old soul may wans again cross paths to be reunited !!!  

REST IN PEACE KEN

YOUR EVER LOVING FRIEND

DAWN AUTOM SUMMERS

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Reblog/ To the Parents

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This week was…tough, to say the least. I am emotionally drained.  As an Emergency Physician, there is no greater terror than a truly sick child coming into your Emergency Department. And no greater disheartenment than not being able to make those kids better. Today’s blog post is an ode to the parents of those children- the ones who don’t make it. I keep every single one of their faces in my memory as motivation to get better, and to know more, and, for the cases where all of that is not enough, to never lose my empathy. 

To the Parents-

I’m sitting across from you in the “Family Room” right now. I hesitate to open my mouth because of the sheer grief that washes over your face when I do. The pain is so palpable it’s hard for me to finish sentences.  The cold metal of the chair rail is…

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