Everything changed one year ago. I could no longer write stories about Kenny Lewis, in my most honest voice unless they were telling about his finer virtues. No more poking fun at him, where he would need to defend himself.

Not that he would ever join us here on Facebook. But he had surrogates, that kept in informed. Then he would always set the record straight through them, mostly his son Kody.

Over the past year I have retold a few stories about things that involved Kenny, but it’s never been the same. Very little is the same. There are no new stories to tell. No more times of us going off and creating new tales to tell. It’s only those memories of the hundreds of memories of trips taken, of adventures had.

But at least there are the many memories and luckily those stories have been recorded to the best of my ability where they can live on.

“Catch up with you later, Brother. You made a big impact on our world. You aren’t forgotten. Almost daily I hear from someone that reminds of something you said, something you did.”