Kenny was one of my favorite people that ever walked this earth. He was a great story teller, a wonderful friend and he cared about me like nobody ever has. Kenny, I will never forget you and I will keep your memory alive as long as I still walk this earth.. I love you always
Kenny was a beautiful spirit. He was kind and generous and funny. He was my friend and I loved him for all he was. He made me laugh, and let me cry. I miss him so much. I never dreamed that day in the hospital when I brought DQ Blizzards, and we talked for 2 hours, it would be the last time I saw him. He was the kind of person you meet and instantly knew there was something rare and special about him. He was unique, a unicorn, a diamond. I will forever miss that ornery sparkle in his eyes, and his childlike grin. I love you Mr. Boyd. You graced my life with your presence and for that I am grateful. I will see you on the other side.
Kenny was a good listener, a master of trivia, and always ready for a 3am trip to Walmart for some random item. He was as comfortable at Crowne Plaza as he was at Crown Lodge. I don't want to say Kenny was a horder...but he saw usefulness in value in objects that others did not. He was a packrat, a collector - but only because every object came with a story about how he acquired ot or what he was going to do with it in the future. And he never wanted to let go of a single story. Or a single sock.
At one point Kenny had not one but TWO trashbags full of nothing but mismatched socks. Thick socks, ankle socks, athletic and dress, girl socks, fuzzy socks, white, striped, socks with toes and socks with holes, stockings, slipper socks, old man socks and a few tiny kid socks. But only one of each. I know. I spent one long night trying to sort and match them. After several hours, I came up with twenty one pairs. Which still left one and 3/4 trashbags full of socks.
I insisted we throw some away. At least the ones with stains? With holes? The really small ones? I argued, I begged, I tried to reason with him. "What are you ever going to need them for? One legged people gang war? Sock puppet glee club? Kindling? You will never ever use these."
Kenny calmly refused. When I continued to press he made one token concession. "When I die," he said seriously, "you can give them away, one to each of my friends."
As sole executer of his sock estate, I surveyed my responsibilities in front of me. It was a lot of socks.
Kenny knew what I was thinking, because before I could speak he said, "Im a pretty likable guy. Most of the time. If you run out of socks, you can give away my shoes too."
Kenny might have been right. He was clever and interesting and helpful. He had a way of putting people at ease and made friends quickly and easily. People liked him and people remembered him. He was unique and he will be missed by many. Two trashbags of mismatched socks is probably is not nearly enough. Not for Kenny.
I'm pretty sure that this was probably around the time that I was introduced to Kenny. I don't really have a memory of it because I was only 2 years old at the time. In Sept 1975 my cousin Amber was born to Kenny and my mom's youngest sister, Ali. And in no time at all Eric was born in February 1977. Meanwhile my mom, Sheila and my dad, David, had two more additions to our family Vanessa('74) and Matthew('78). With our two families the Schick kids and Boyd kids became very close. I can say that of all the cousins I have there are none that I am closer to than Kenny's oldest daughter and son. My dad and Kenny remained in touch even though they were no longer with the sisters they'd been married to. When I was 9 years old I remember Kenny living with my dad and my siblings and myself for a while. A few years later was my first driving experience in the mail truck( until a few days ago I found out that it was not my uncle Kenny's vehicle at all; it was "borrowed "). Long story short my dad nearly flew out the windshield with me behind the wheel of that mail truck. There's other memories that I'd like to share but none are quite stuck in my mind but that one. I was able to visit with Kenny in 2006 and I think 2014 or 2015 briefly. I know that I will always have good memories to share with others about Kenny. If it hadn't been for him I wouldn't have Amber or Eric in my life. Sometimes family may not keep in contact with each other but despite miles or years apart we've always remained close. Love never fails. Always and forever 'T-bone' aka Tiffany
Kenny will be missed by many. This man was one of the greatest story tellers i have ever met. He loved to draw his stories out, make sure he had your attention. He was a beautiful heart and loved easily. He was also tired, tired of his pain. Fly high my friend, fly pain free and say hi to our friend Teresa. I'll forever miss you both, until i see you again. I love you Kenny.