I have been so sad, and in such shock all night and all day today. I am
finally able to sit down and try to put into words what Kenny meant to me.
Kenny Grant was the very first friend I had on the JMDL. He offered to dub
the tape trees for me, as he did for many, many others. We hit it off, and
stayed in touch quite regularly. When I went to New York in 1998, for the
Joni/Dylan concert, I arrived early to spend time with my friend. Knowing the
country bumpkin I am, and that I am a bit fearful of the big city, Kenny came
out to the airport to get me, settled me in my hotel room, and took me around
the city. We toured the city arm in arm, two friends finally meeting face to
face for the first time, and looking to unknowing eyes as if we had known
each other all our lives. Over the years, we met again several times, and
keep in touch. Kenny was a warm, generous man with a beautiful soul. How I
will miss you. my friend. How I will miss those unexpected phone calls, warm
e-mails, and visits together.
RETURN AGAIN
Return again, return again
Return to the land of your soul.
Return to who you are,
Return to what you are,
Return to where you are,
Born and reborn again.
With hugs, and many tears,
Ashara
