Kenneth Michael Frame, age 66, passed away Tuesday, Nov 2, in Evanston. Kenny was born on April 9, 1955, in Atascadero, California, to Grant Hall Frame and Betty Jane Myers Frame.
Kenny had one brother, Robert Boyd Frame (Mari); and two sisters, Cheryl Ann Frame Jeffries (Joe) and Suzette Renee Pierce. Kenny also had chosen brothers of Robert Ira True and Randy “Haskell” Pritchard.
Kenny’s high school sweetheart and love of his life, his wife and soulmate of 46 years, Catherine Ann Winfield Frame — along with family — was at his side when he passed.
Cathy and Ken had three children who deeply loved their dad: Michael Grant Frame (Sarah Brooking) of St. Paul, Minnesota; Susan Dawn Frame of Evanston; and Alexander Boyd Frame (Becki) of Evanston. Kenny had two grandchildren, Mishelle Rayne Jones (Dorian) of Chino Valley, Arizona; and Joshua Nathan Julian of Fort Lewis, Washington.
Kenny was blessed in this past year with one great-grandchild, Hudson David Jones, 11 months old. He loved that baby dearly and Hudson was mesmerized by Papa’s beard! Kenny was affectionately called “Papa” by all of his own grandchildren, and many, many others. Kenny is also survived by his mother, Betty Jeffries Myers, Montrose, Colorado.
Kenny was an extremely talented artist and could draw or carve anything with intricate detail. He was a WWII history and aviation buff and had built many model airplanes. Kenny loved rock and roll and was definitely a hippie in his younger days and to the end! He was referred to many times as “Jerry Garcia.” He loved dogs, and his doggie, Willie, misses his big lap a lot!
Kenny graduated high school from Grand County High School in Moab, Utah. He grew up in Thompson Springs, Utah. His ashes will be scattered at a later date in the Bookcliffs of Thompson and Sego Canyon, to be with his brother Boyd.
His favorite and only daughter is Susan Dawn Frame, a Special Olympic athlete. Her dad was her No. 1 fan. Kenny was known to many as a “gentle giant.” The following is a tribute written by his wife, Cathy:
“We all have them in our lives.
The quiet ones...
The ones who keep the home fires burning, have a listening ear, and a broad shoulder...
The ones who never volunteer, but get dragged into our crazy schemes anyway...
The ones who nod their head, listen to our rants, hug us and tell us
“It’s gonna be OK”, and “dinner’s ready, sit down and eat”
The ones who laugh at our stupid antics, and say they wish they had been there...
but they’re really glad they weren’t...
Those people. The ones in the background holding us all together, and grounding us. The ones you KNOW are gonna be there, no matter what.
The ones that are always there... until they aren’t...
Hug those people close. They’re not doing it for the accolades, but they deserve some. They deserve to know how much they do, no matter how quietly. And then hug them again...
Because one day, you’ll walk through the door and realize they’re not there anymore, and those million “little” things are suddenly massive.”
-by Catherine The Great
