On August 21st, my stepdad, Ken Geiger, closed his eyes for the last time. He fought valiantly against an unrelenting form of lymphoma that was extremely aggressive. While we are heartbroken, we take solace knowing he has been released from pain.
Ken was brilliant, funny, and generous. In his early career, he worked for Bectin, Dickinson, and Co. where he helped to invent the lancet used by people with diabetes.
He tried his hardest to impart his brilliance on us when we were kids. I recall many failed attempts to teach me how to write the simplest of codes on his first “portable” Mac. He was the Chief Science Project Officer of the household. Whether book report, diorama, or exploding volcano, Ken was your guy. There were also numerous driving lessons. Despite his best efforts, I never was able to master driving backwards.
He had a passion for cars, his favorite being Porsche. He loved being a part of the Porsche Club of America and driving and instructing on racetracks like Pocono Raceway. He and Mom made many wonderful friends through the club, relationships that continue to this day. He even served as the President of the Northern NJ Region (1993-1994).
He and Mom took us on many trips: Hawaii, Colorado, Niagara Falls, and Cancun to name a few. At every sight, we were taught a scientific fact, always trying to ignite a passion for science within us. During the long car rides when we would be pummeling each other in the back seat, his response was always the same: “And never is heard a discouraging word, and the skies are not cloudy all day!” This was his loving and quirky way of telling us to take it down a notch.
Ken and Mom have spent the last 18 years living their dream in Colorado. They have enjoyed time with family and friends there. Ken often sent photos of an amazing sunset or snow-peaked mountain. Six years ago, he began working with the Sheriff’s Department and instantly bonded with the amazing people there. He spoke of them as family, loved his job and was extremely proud to serve his community.
While the hole in our hearts will never fully go away, we hope the memories we cling to will help to repair it.
Ken, we love you, we miss you, and we will see you again one day!
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