. . . despite the distances [miles separating the Wilkinson family], it was clear that community was more than a subject matter in this household -- it was life. -- A.E. Luloff

Willie Mae Wilkinson


I read "The Deer" to Ken while he was in the hospital because it reminded me so much of his gentle approach to life and situations. On the return home after his first hospitalization and learning that he had Renal Cell Carcinoma with metastasis to the lungs and brain, we saw several deer frolicking along our drive as we arrived. We looked at each other and smiled. "This must be a positive sign," I said. Ken, like the deer in the story, used the power of gentleness to touch the hearts and minds of those around him in the next few weeks before his death and died with peace within. -- Beverly Henshaw

One of Ken's daughters-in-law gave this poem to Beverly Henshaw.

Kimber (Henshaw) Kane shares her thoughts about her stepdad, Ken. Recorded by Steve Nelson, November 14, 1997