In Loving Memory of Paul "PK" Kennedy

January 31, 1925 to October 16, 2006

secure yourself to heaven
hold on tight, the night has come
fasten up your earthly burdens
you have just begun

Dolly and PK

Paul Kennedy, known to many as "PK",  was born in Hollywood, CA. January 31, 1925.  He passed away Monday, October 16, 2006, in Phoenix, AZ.  PK is survived by his loving wife, Dolly (Yvonne), seven adult children and nine precious grandchildren.

PK served in the Navy during World War II. Upon his return to California, he met Dolly and they were married 18 months later, September 11, 1948.  During his 30 year career in the aerospace industry, he worked his way up to manager of the HR department.

After retiring from AirResearch (now Honeywell), PK‘s creative ability flourished. He purchased the marina at Canyon Lake and created, built and operated The Dolly Steamboat, an old fashioned riverboat.  For five years, PK entertained passengers on the Dolly with his tales of the mysteries and folk lore of the Superstition Wilderness. Today, the Grimm family continues PK's legacy.  

Private services were held Saturday, October 21, 2006.  The family asks that in lieu of flowers, contributions be made to PK’s favorite charity, NAMI Arizona (National Alliance on Mental Illness), 2210 N. 7th Street, Phoenix, AZ. 85006-1604, phone 602.244.8166. 
 

Thinking of my dad, what I think of most is this:

Matthew 6:5-6

AND...

Every Stranger's Eyes

"Would you like a cup of coffee?"

In truck stops and hamburger joints
In Cadillac limousines
In the company of has-beens
And bent-backs
And sleeping forms on pavement steps
In libraries and railway stations
In books and banks
In the pages of history
In suicidal cavalry attacks

I recognize...

Myself in every stranger's eyes

And in wheelchairs by monuments
Under tube trains and commuter accidents
In council care and county courts
At Easter fairs and sea-side resorts
In drawing rooms and city morgues
In award winning photographs
Of life rafts on the China seas
In transit camps, under arc lamps
On unloading ramps
In faces blurred by rubber stamps

I recognize...

Myself in every stranger's eyes

And now, from where I stand
Upon this hill
I plundered from the pool
I look around
I search the skies
I shade my eyes
So nearly blind
And I see signs of half remembered days
I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways

I recognize...

The hope you kindle in your eyes
 

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