Kenneth Tozer Obituary

It's not everyday that a soul as large as his, with so much undying spirit, gets called home. Although Ken Sr. was not my Grandad by blood, he was my Grandad by bond, and he nurtured me all the same. In fact, I am not sure that I will ever meet another being with as much joie de vivre, in my lifetime. I learned so many lessons from this amazing man; however, I will only mention three because he would want everyone to know these lessons.
He taught me the importance of being in tune with nature. Nature can be thrilling and comforting all at the same time. His teachings included: panning for gold, learning how to ride a motorcycle, how to build a proper swimming hole in the creek, how to care for an abandoned baby birdand allowing me to morn when my baby bird didn't survive, cheering me up with motorcycle rides to the parkmotorcycle rides anywhere and everywhere really.
He taught me the value of a good competition. The funny thing about this lesson is that I rarely ever won. From cards, to foot racing, and even badminton. Perhaps the lesson here was how to lose gracefully. All of these games were full of laughter and fun, and just when I would get frustrated about losing all the timeI would win.
I was torn about the last lesson that I wanted to mention. Mostly, I remember my Grandad being an incredibly hard worker. I remember the smells that he carried in his clothes, his hands worn from overuse, and that he still somehow always had time for me. I guess the last lesson is a combo about the importance of hard work and the balance with kindness.
Today, as I sit here remembering Grandad, I can say that he will be missed, but that his lessons live on. I hope that you are adventuring in paradise Grandad!
With love,
Desiree