I have struggled with what I wanted to say here, and I guess I needed to wait until after the memorial service on Sunday.
I think I have also avoided this because in many ways it feels like a final "goodbye", and I really can't let myself say good bye to Ken at any level.
What I would say had I been able to stand in front of the group on Sunday, or any group on any day, about this man might go a little like this:
A cynic once said that "friends are people you like, even though you know them so well!"
I'm afraid that sometimes over the years I've defined some of my friends within that unkind framework; I don't doubt some of my friends have defined me that way as well.
But no one who knew Ken could define him that way. That's because Ken was the type of man who, as you got through his layers of shyness and humility, had even greater beauty within him than you first could have known in meeting him.
When I met Ken Snow, it was over lunch at a UCCI meeting. I didn't completely understand his position with Hagopians because he didn't want to talk about who he was as much as what he could do to help the association. For some reason a question about math came up, and he figured the answer out in his head before I could reach for my calculator. I asked him about his ability with math, and he just said offhandedly that he could figure dimensions of rugs pretty quickly and had a knack for it. I started giving him several math problems, and he answered them so quickly that I gave up with some laughter.
I thought to myself: "How could a guy so good with numbers also be so engaging and interesting?"
I hadn't yet realized that I didn't scratch the surface with him that day.
For the next several years, I worked with Ken as he traveled all over the regionthe UCCI covered helping set up chapters of the association in areas from Minnesota to Buffalo New York. He gave of his professional knowledge, his personal energy, but mostly his heart and soul. There is a select group of people who left their mark on that association, and to list them puts me at risk of overlooking one, but all would agree that Ken's role was beyond evalution.
I presented Ken with a token of appreciation that the supporing associate members (suppliers) always gave the UCCI president at the end of their term. I said a few kind words about Ken's unselfishness, especially considering where he was in the industry and how little we could give him versus how much he gave us.
When I went to give him the customary handshake, he embraced me. I will hold that moment of his perfect expression of affection for me in my heart as long as I live.
I'm grateful that Bill Yeadon shared the story of how Ken chaired the transition that joined the ISCT, ACT, and UCCI. That merger of those groups was very contentious, and only Ken's example of unselfishness and his ability to see the big picture enabled it to move forward.
I'm embarrassed to admit that I was one of those people who fought that merger, and it was only my overwhelming respect for Ken that made me finally shut my mouth and support the "greater good", which was what Ken was always all about.
I'm grateful that he joined up here on Mikeysboard. For all of my feelings of closeness to Ken, I think that after the merger I probably would have lost touch with him. Changes in business, changes in our lives, or even just the tyranny of the daily urgent but not important things seem to always put the important things...and important people...aside till they drift away.
Because I could find Ken here again, I found a way to reconnect and once again grow and learn because I could "be with" this remarkable, remarkable man.
Then, in the twinkling of an eye...he was gone from us.
I can't say anything as beautifully and well as those who have posted before me here, or in the other threads about Ken. I do know that I am grateful for all of you that have helped me through my grieving by sharing your own feelings, and your compassionate wisdom with me.
I want to share something Ken posted here on July 5th...just two months before he left us:
I had mentioned that Ed Valentine had comforted and supported me when my father was diagnosed with cancer that I feared was going to end his life back in 1988, and how kind it was of him because I had treated Ed harshly not long before that.
This is what Ken said about that story:
"Wow Jim, thanks for sharing that. You proved a point I've learned many times over the years that the true measure of a person shines when there is tragedy (or emergency) ~ everything else is just noise. Thanks again! Ken"
The true measure of Ken showed through that day...for years before that day...and for the all too brief weeks after that day...and I feel deeply in my heart...for eternity.
I love you Ken.