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Ken Sauvage R.I.P.
By Barb, Leah, and Genevieve Sauvage
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Ken Sauvage died at home Monday night, February 16, 2026, tightly held by his wife Barbara and daughters Leah and Genevieve Sauvage. Granddaughter Adelai Easter sang Blackbird to him. Sons-in-Law Micah Easter (Leah's Husband) and David Fane (Genevieve's Husband) kissed his head and thanked him for being the best friend and role model. Willa shouted, "I'll miss you," a few days before, and that was all she could bear.
Ken Sauvage was a Marine scout in Vietnam (2nd Marine, 3rd Division, 1968-1969). He was a retired Corporal (combat disability) after being shot in an ambush on March 21, 1969. He had been a member of VVAW and worked as a DVOP (Disabled Veteran Outreach Program) during the 1990's. He married Barbara in 1979.
He died of pancreatic cancer. He was exposed to Agent Orange, as well as the Camp Lejeune toxic water incident, but pancreatic cancer isn't on the list of presumptive causes, yet (although we have our doubts).
Throughout his life, he wrote poetry about the impact Vietnam had on his life. He thought a lot of VVAW's work and participated in several anti-war marches, Stand Downs, etc. He held his work with Vets as a sacred trust.
Ken was a man of great heart and spirit. An artist, a poet, a musician, a mandolin builder, a Grandpa Nanny, and a Vietnam Veteran. He was the greatest Pop, a most wonderful Grandpa, a Husband so dear that his death feels like the end of everything that ever was and ever will be.
He took care of people. He wasn't afraid of the hard questions. He was present.
His Family was everything to him.
He will be missed every day of our lives.
Here is a poem he wrote about death. We'll leave it at that:
My five-year-old granddaughter asks me about death,
trying to grasp what none of us adults can grasp either,
looking at the winter lawn, she said what about the grass, does it die?
I said that the blades of grass above the ground die in the winter,
but that the roots below stay alive and send up new grass in the spring.
Maybe I said, that's what it's like with us,
when we die, our roots in the universe,
everywhere beneath our earth of existence,
send us up again somewhere in the spring.
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