Dear God father Ken,
Let me start by saying, you really pulled a fast one on me with this. For someone who always had a plan, a backup plan, and a plan for the backup plan, you definitely forgot to include this.
Never in a million years would I ever envision this moment. We spoke about everything, life, love, legacy, but never this. Never goodbye. I envisioned all our plans, all the things we were still to do, but this moment, this aching silence, was never in the making. You were the one who taught me the importance of a father-daughter bond, and in doing so, you became more than a godfather, you became my compass, my safe place, my constant and my confidant.
You made life so much easier for me, just by being you. Even in the toughest conversations, when truths had to be told and lessons had to be learned, you never raised your voice nor judged. Instead, you led with gentle love and unwavering respect. Your words carried wisdom, your presence brought peace, and somehow, even when things were hard, you made me feel safe, seen, and supported.
I remember the day you told me I should stop calling you Godfather because I was “grown now” lol. And how hard it was for me to call you Ken. I wrestled with it for the longest time, eventually settling on Dr. E, but even that never quite felt right. I never told you this, but the reason I struggled so much is because Godfather carried so much weight, so much honor, so much love. Calling you anything else felt like a total downgrade. That title wasn’t just a name it was a reflection of the role you played in my life. A father figure. A guide. A protector. A blessing.
Who am I supposed to turn to now when I need someone to hear my wild thoughts and questionable life choices, without bursting out laughing (well, at least not every time)? Who’s going to give me that brutally honest advice wrapped in just enough love to keep me from storming off?
I’m really going to miss our Miami nights, those dinner dates where I might drink a little too much wine. Im going to miss, our traditional seafood boil runs? Who’s going to remind me that I don’t *need* extra shrimp but order them anyway? You made every little outing feel like a big adventure, and I’ll forever cherish those simple, perfect moments.
So here I am, sitting with a heart full of memories and a thousand emotions I can’t quite put into words. I never imagined I’d have to say goodbye, not like this, not so soon. But even in this grief, I find gratitude. Grateful that I had you in my life. Grateful for the laughter, the lessons, the love, and all the little things in between that made knowing you such a gift.
You may be gone in the physical, but everything you poured into me your wisdom, your humor, your kindness, your belief in me, lives on. I will carry it all with me, always.
Thank you for being my Godfather in every sense of the word and beyond. I love you endlessly, and I’ll miss you more than words will ever be able to say. This isn’t goodbye... it’s just see you later.
Love Kimmi
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