He was known to friends and coworkers as “Ken,” but to family and close friends he was “Kenny.” He was born in Buffalo, New York, on July 25, 1962. Kenny came from a very large family. With seven sisters and seven brothers and with three brothers living elsewhere, it was a recipe for mischief. He could tell childhood stories that would make you laugh so hard it hurt.
While serving in the Unites States Marine Corps in Hawaii, he met his wife, who was serving in the United States Navy. Ten months later they were married. On February 15, 2015, Sandy Springs Fire Department’s tones went out for a motor vehicle accident. Kenny kissed his wife three times, as usual. He said, “I love you. I’ll see you in a little while.” And out the door he went. They were seven months away from celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary. Kenny was hit and killed instantly by a Suburban driven by a very intoxicated driver that did not stop.
Kenny loved bonfires and being outdoors. It didn’t matter if it was in the middle of summer and 90 degrees outside. Many bonfires were shared with many friends and family. It was at a bonfire that his best friend asked his wife if she was going to “let him” join the fire department. Her response was, “He is a grown man and can make that decision on his own, but what I will do is continue to support him whatever he decides.”
In his first year, he was awarded the newest trainee with the shortest time with the fire department, but had the most hours of training. He loved it. He worked hard and trained hard. He always had been the one to offer a helping hand. He was the kind of person that would give you the shirt off of his back with a huge smile on his face. Kenny loved life, and you could see it every day in his smile. He was known for his sense of humor and never met a stranger. He was kind, strong, humble, reliable, determined, proud, and caring. He was the best father and husband anyone could ever wish for.
He will always be missed by his brothers and sisters at Sandy Springs Fire Department, his coworkers and friends at Clemson University, his family in Ohio and New York, and his mother-in-law who loved him like a son. Most of all, he is missed always and forever by his wife and his two teenage sons.