When I heard of Kenny's death, I cried for two days. I felt the same way you did. How and when would I be able to listen and enjoy instead of feeling deep loss for an incredible talent who seemed to possess an abundance of gentleness and sensitivity. It's July of 2012, I'm listening to Kenny sing "Those Eyes" and I'm still bawling. The last time I saw Kenny, he was out in the common area, where concertgoers would be entering the intimate venue. One of the owners of the club introduced us and I felt weak in the knees--like a teenager. I had met Kenny at another concert in the late 70's. Both times I was struck by the way this person who was "God-like" to me acted like a "mere mortal." In any event, we talked for a couple of minutes and when it was time to be seated, Kenny took me over to a table which was inches away from the stage. That night he made me feel as though every song was being sung to me alone. I will always treasure that experience. We lost an incredible talent, but also a very special human being.