Ken my friend...

Today I got the news.. the sad news... that a friend of mine lost his battle to cancer last night.

That friend is Ken Porter of Lubbock.

Anyone who knew Ken knew he was full of life! He really lived! He was an active member of his church and was quick witted and funny. He absolutely ADORED HIS FAMILY!

And he was way to young to pass. If i'm not mistaken he was in his late 40s.

Ken loved to ride his motorcycle. He was very passionate and a fantastic photographer.

He was a little guy with a HUGE HEART and larger than life PERSONALITY.

I spoke to his daughter about 3 weeks ago and things did not look good for him then.

I knew that God would call him home soon. God always calls home the BEST AND THE BRIGHTEST. Ken was just that.

I loved that guy. Last time I hugged him, I wouldnt let him go, and I closed my eyes and I sent cell healing energy to him. and I told him thats what I was doing. giving him my "life force".

With that last hug I mentally pushed life into him. I know it sounds corny but I needed to give that to him. Not just a pat hug, but a full warm, squeeze hug and I thought positive thoughts the whole time and we hung onto each other for what seemed like a full minute.

He didnt let go of me, until I finnaly released him.

I don't know if Ive ever given anyone a hug that intense or that lasted that long before.

I want to remember Ken as he was. Laughing, joking... Always funny and sarcastic.

I remember one time, when I gave a program at his Lubbock studio, I noticed the Rules Ken had posted on the wall. The first rule was "You can sing along with the music, as long as you KNOW THE WORDS TO THE SONG." I laughed and laughed..

That was Ken. I also remember him sitting on his motorcyle in the HILL COUNTRY of Texas one July day in 2005 at a convience store. With a big smile on his face. He was going home and was excited about the ride.

He was happy. Even though he was sick then, he wouldnt let anything slow him down.

He said something very profound to me in April of 2006. Ill never forget it. He said these exact words.

"Dixie, Life is NOT a journey to the grave,

with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,

But rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up,totally worn out,

and loudly proclaiming,
WOW !!!! What a ride!"

I'll never forget those words...

Ken you will be greatly missed! Im sure you are riding in the beautiful rolling hills in heaven tonight.