Kenneth J Kearney

A tribute to Kenneth J Kearney

I remember the photograph of dad with the long striped 1920's retro swimming suit. He would only do something like that for mom.

I remember the time he laughed so hard when I asked him a question a young boy would ask. I asked if he brushed his teeth when he was little like George Washington had. I had just learned that George Washington had brushed his teeth by chewing on a stick to make it soft and then using that stick for a toothbrush. I had never before, nor have I since, heard my dad laugh so hard.

I remember the time when I was about 16 or 17 when he gave me one of the many preisthood blessings I had received, and was to receive from him. That was the first time I had felt close to him since he and my mom were married.

I remember seeing the creative, fulfilled Ken Kearney in his advertising office leaning over his drawing board, with scraps of paper all over the floor and a desk filled with art supplies.

I remember a discourged and probably depressed Ken Kearney after moving to St. George and trying his best at Real Estate.

I remember the delicious homemade bread he made. He used his mother's recipe. He sold his bread to the retired, snowbird community in Washington, Utah. I'm sure that helped him maitain some of his dignity while he struggled with his career in St. George.

I remember that the one thing that dad did consistantly for as long as I have known him. He was constantly driving his children places they needed to go. He did that until just a few years ago when he finally was forced to slow down.

I remember the unique and special bond he had with my younger sister Sommer. Sommer, as most of you know, was our blessing from heaven. She was severly handicapped with Down's Syndrom. She had a special love for her dad.'

I remember the very few times when Dad was able to pursue the interests he enjoyed - painting and golf. I hope he is doing lots of both of those things now.

I remember that Dad's life revolved around his family. Yes, he could be grumpy and most often was. But he raised two families and came from an era when you just got things done and didn't complain about it.

He served as a bishop, he served his country in the World War II. His life was literally spared many times. He touched many lives.

I am proud to be his name sake - Kenneth Brett Kearney. I am proud of my natural father, Kenneth Roy McLean and am fortunate to have two wonderful fathers who I know love me and my family.

I heard Dad say one time that his favorite hymn was "I Need The Every Hour." What I will remember most about Dad is that although he was imperfect he understood the Lord's plan of happiness. He knew he needed the Lord's help to raise and provide for his family. He knew he needed the Lord's help during the war and while serving as Bishop. I'm glad that he taught me that I don't need to be perfect to obtain the Lord's blessings - I just have to try.

I love you Kenneth J Kearney. Thank you for accepting me as one of your own.

Dianna

Dianna is in Utah for her dad's (Grandpa Drawe's) funeral. Abbey and I are rediscovering how much she means to us. Abbey and I were invited to a New Years Eve Party by one of the families in our ward. We showed up at the right time and the right place to discover the party was the night before. This kind of thing doesn't usually happen when Dianna is here. So, as a tribute to Dianna below is a list of some of the things I love and appreciate about her.

She knows where, what time, and what day we need to be to places.

She is always thinking about the needs of others.

She makes our house a home.

She has a simple and elegant way of saying things - I love her writing.


She knows just the right thing to say to make Abbey feel better when she is sad.

Her cooking is fantastic.

Her presence is soothing to me.

I can "really" talk to her.

Her kisses really send me.

I love you Dianna