As I look across my back marsh along the Ashley River, I often think of Ken Burger.
He once wrote, “People come to Charleston for the beaches, but they stay for the marshes.” That has always made me smile in agreement, as I gain much place and strength from my marsh.
My husband, Oscar Vick, died Oct. 9 of stroke-related complications. Five years ago, he had 36 radiation treatments following surgery for oral cancer on his lip. During that time, Ken Burger was a frequent visitor to the radiation treatment waiting room.
The manner in which he ministered to all of us — patients, friends and family alike — was inspiring and uplifting. He was the face and voice of hope and triumph for us all. I will never forget his passion and selflessness in encouraging all present in that room.
I have my glass of sweet tea in memory and honor of Ken.
Nancy C. Vick