There is no greater bond
Than a son and a dad
To teach, to love, to just hold his hand
Life sparkles sometimes blurs never tarnishes
The love I pass on to carry in name and task
No matter life’s path
Hand extended etched in stone
My chair is open for conversation
For “I’ll be right here”
Love
Grandpa Ken Magura
GENERATION TO GENERATION - THE STORY
On the mountain property rests a randomly placed rock which, after hours of reflective staring became obvious to me as an empty armchair – Ken’s Chair.
Several feet from the chair is a dominant rock in the circle outlining the stone patio or “stage” as my granddaughter Amelia coined. The flat white face of this rock became my memorial to Ken – an extended hand from the chair carved in black, cradling a child’s hand emanating from the youngest of his four grandchildren, Theo, whom he met briefly before he passed.
Tasked with working with the contours of the stone, the engraver apologized for the bump at the end of the child’s finger. “No need to apologize” was my reassurance to him. “Did you ever see the movie E.T?” Well, at the end of the movie with E.T. at the base of the spaceship in loving embrace with the little boy, the end of E.T.’s finger begins to glow. His parting words to his earthly friend are “I’LL BE RIGHT HERE”.
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