I never would of thought that I would be writing this memorial for this man, that once so many years ago I had shared a marriage and life with. Being his first wife maybe it's appropiate I do.
He was raised up and around Panaca and Caliente NV, as a child. The one of six children, his Dad died when he was just a small boy.
Kenny loved Vegas back in the earlier years, 70's and 80's. Before becoming a Metro Police Officer, he hung the lights of Las Vegas. He worked for Yesco Electrical Lighting & Signs. That company back then put every light on each casino on the Las Vegas Strip and then some.
Kenny Bradshaw and I were married in the early seventies. he joined the Metro Academy, and with/us together, he studied hard all the exams, each police code, it was tough, but he did it. I watched him graduate from the Las Vegas Nevada Metro Police Academy. And so proud of him I was.
He loved being a cop, he served as a street cop, worked in vice and narcotics. He was also hurt in the line of duty while doing his job, protecting the people and his town of Vegas.
He was given awards for his duty and service above and beyond, by former Sheriff Ralph Lamb.
Being a cop wasn't easy, being a cops wife was even harder. The force didn't train a cop to leave it all at work, or on the streets. And Vegas was so young and different then, exciting, new, and full of life and fire. There was more against us in more ways then one, and Lord knows we tried.
We married and divorced three times to each other. Before we remarried the third and last time, he went on a hunting trip to Alamo Nevada. And when returning to Las Vegas just outside of Alamo he was in a one auto accident. He was lucky to be alive, the truck estimated to have rolled over thirty times with him in it. It was my brothers that found his body in the desert, while my Dad went for help. They had all four gone hunting together. My Dad, brothers and Kenny loved to fish and hunt together. And thank God they were traveling behind his truck when he wrecked.
We remarried while he was in ICU of Memorial Hospital. He was in the hospital about a month, there we had remarried for the third and last time. I was his constant care-giver each day and night until he went back to work on the force. We were told he'd never go back on the police force, I didn't want to hear it, and he didn't need to hear it either from the doctors, wrong they were, he did go back on the police force.
Sadly, later we went our separate ways. For years we stayed in touch, he always checking on myself and my family.
He married another and was blessed to have one daughter by that marriage, unfortuately that marriage didn't last, and again a third marriage did not last for him either.
He loved to fish, hunt, his bee farm, make his own reloads for weapons at home, he loved gardening, and he loved big dodge four wheel drive pick up trucks. In his later years he took up horses and riding.
He feared nothing or no one. He didn't back down from a fight. A coward he never was.
He was a protector of those he cared about. And if you were his friend or a loved one he didn't forget you, he had your back.
And he was a ladies man, in more ways then one, whether he was married or not, loll.
He was close to my family, until about twelve years ago. The last time we saw him, he came to my brothers wife's funeral, to pay his respect. He had a sweet heart for those he loved and cared for. As he hugged everyone around us, I guess in a way he saved me for last,that was the last time he held me in his arms, as we wiped away tears from one another's face, what we said to each other I shall never forget or share.
Later he went into Betty Ford Rehab, for prescription drug addiction and alcohol. Because of his injury's while on the force, his pain was severe. When he got out of Betty Ford Rehab, in 2001 he called me as a part of the twelve step program. We cried, we laughed, we loved and we forgave one another. For years he kept in touch w/my family, by phone, or saw my younger brother, until he became so ill.
I wish we had of known he had been so ill. My family was shocked to find out a year after his passing. But maybe that was how it was to be. Maybe he didn't want those others he loved and cared about so much see him during his final journey in life. Kenny was always so strappingly strong, with big arms, and wide shoulders, a big smile and one couldn't help but notice him, when he walked into a room. Especially in his cop uniform he was so proud to wear.
In March of 2010, Kenny was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. He under went surgery but the doctors were unable to excise the whole tumor. He was told he maybe had at the most two or two and a half years to live. Sadly that wasn't the case. He was in and out of the hospital for months for rehab,the pain was unbearable for him. He suffered greatly from what I was told, he barely knew anyone or himself any longer, nor speak. At the time of his death he was living with his older sister Byronna in Henderson Nevada.
Kenny had two brothers, Jack and Daryl Bradshaw, three sisters, Byronna, Mona and little sister Anita (deceased). Anita passed away about two weeks after Kenny did. She fell asleep to take a nap and went home to be with our Lord.
He left behind his mother Elenora, and his daughter Steffanie.
His father Leo Garcia passed away when Kenny was a small boy, in Panaca NV.
Kenny's demise was taken care of by Davis Funeral Home & Memorial Park, on Eastern Avenue of Las Vegas. There is a beautiful memorial video, (www.davisfuneralservices.com).
In June of 2014, my brother, Roy and I went to pay our respects to his gravesite, and as we spoke a few words, all the planes coming in for a landing and taking off from McCarran Airport,flew directly atop his gravesite, the shadows of those planes landing into the airport, covered his beautiful spot. I was told that when he knew his time was near, he and his brother, Daryl picked where he would be laid to rest, he did well. I think it was like him, to have what he wished, even after his demise. Those planes flying directly over his gravesite, it was so beautiful, for Vegas was his town, he loved it. As much as he loved the mountains, the scenic country life he loved Vegas as well. And he turned his life over to God, I am happy he did.
As I flew out of Vegas a few days later on an evening flight, I looked down to the spot where I knew he was laid to rest, blew a kiss, and said my good byes. I would hope in my heart he knew we came to pay our respects and memories. I felt his presence in a small way, as I spoke quietly to him.
Kenney lived his life as he loved it.
He shall be remembered for his smile, his laughter, and his courage by so many, especially by this one. I'll cherish his cards, letters and poems from him to me, during our marriages and after. And those big warm bear like hugs he gave.
His love and memory will remain in our hearts (and I know mine) for always.
God Bless you Kenny, memories we can never forget, they are what life is, cherished forever and ever, misty watered colored memories, of the way we were. Rest in peace Kenny, you did well honey. ( Linda )
I never would of thought that I would be writing this memorial for this man, that once so many years ago I had shared a marriage and life with. Being his first wife maybe it's appropiate I do.
He was raised up and around Panaca and Caliente NV, as a child. The one of six children, his Dad died when he was just a small boy.
Kenny loved Vegas back in the earlier years, 70's and 80's. Before becoming a Metro Police Officer, he hung the lights of Las Vegas. He worked for Yesco Electrical Lighting & Signs. That company back then put every light on each casino on the Las Vegas Strip and then some.
Kenny Bradshaw and I were married in the early seventies. he joined the Metro Academy, and with/us together, he studied hard all the exams, each police code, it was tough, but he did it. I watched him graduate from the Las Vegas Nevada Metro Police Academy. And so proud of him I was.
He loved being a cop, he served as a street cop, worked in vice and narcotics. He was also hurt in the line of duty while doing his job, protecting the people and his town of Vegas.
He was given awards for his duty and service above and beyond, by former Sheriff Ralph Lamb.
Being a cop wasn't easy, being a cops wife was even harder. The force didn't train a cop to leave it all at work, or on the streets. And Vegas was so young and different then, exciting, new, and full of life and fire. There was more against us in more ways then one, and Lord knows we tried.
We married and divorced three times to each other. Before we remarried the third and last time, he went on a hunting trip to Alamo Nevada. And when returning to Las Vegas just outside of Alamo he was in a one auto accident. He was lucky to be alive, the truck estimated to have rolled over thirty times with him in it. It was my brothers that found his body in the desert, while my Dad went for help. They had all four gone hunting together. My Dad, brothers and Kenny loved to fish and hunt together. And thank God they were traveling behind his truck when he wrecked.
We remarried while he was in ICU of Memorial Hospital. He was in the hospital about a month, there we had remarried for the third and last time. I was his constant care-giver each day and night until he went back to work on the force. We were told he'd never go back on the police force, I didn't want to hear it, and he didn't need to hear it either from the doctors, wrong they were, he did go back on the police force.
Sadly, later we went our separate ways. For years we stayed in touch, he always checking on myself and my family.
He married another and was blessed to have one daughter by that marriage, unfortuately that marriage didn't last, and again a third marriage did not last for him either.
He loved to fish, hunt, his bee farm, make his own reloads for weapons at home, he loved gardening, and he loved big dodge four wheel drive pick up trucks. In his later years he took up horses and riding.
He feared nothing or no one. He didn't back down from a fight. A coward he never was.
He was a protector of those he cared about. And if you were his friend or a loved one he didn't forget you, he had your back.
And he was a ladies man, in more ways then one, whether he was married or not, loll.
He was close to my family, until about twelve years ago. The last time we saw him, he came to my brothers wife's funeral, to pay his respect. He had a sweet heart for those he loved and cared for. As he hugged everyone around us, I guess in a way he saved me for last,that was the last time he held me in his arms, as we wiped away tears from one another's face, what we said to each other I shall never forget or share.
Later he went into Betty Ford Rehab, for prescription drug addiction and alcohol. Because of his injury's while on the force, his pain was severe. When he got out of Betty Ford Rehab, in 2001 he called me as a part of the twelve step program. We cried, we laughed, we loved and we forgave one another. For years he kept in touch w/my family, by phone, or saw my younger brother, until he became so ill.
I wish we had of known he had been so ill. My family was shocked to find out a year after his passing. But maybe that was how it was to be. Maybe he didn't want those others he loved and cared about so much see him during his final journey in life. Kenny was always so strappingly strong, with big arms, and wide shoulders, a big smile and one couldn't help but notice him, when he walked into a room. Especially in his cop uniform he was so proud to wear.
In March of 2010, Kenny was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. He under went surgery but the doctors were unable to excise the whole tumor. He was told he maybe had at the most two or two and a half years to live. Sadly that wasn't the case. He was in and out of the hospital for months for rehab,the pain was unbearable for him. He suffered greatly from what I was told, he barely knew anyone or himself any longer, nor speak. At the time of his death he was living with his older sister Byronna in Henderson Nevada.
Kenny had two brothers, Jack and Daryl Bradshaw, three sisters, Byronna, Mona and little sister Anita (deceased). Anita passed away about two weeks after Kenny did. She fell asleep to take a nap and went home to be with our Lord.
He left behind his mother Elenora, and his daughter Steffanie.
His father Leo Garcia passed away when Kenny was a small boy, in Panaca NV.
Kenny's demise was taken care of by Davis Funeral Home & Memorial Park, on Eastern Avenue of Las Vegas. There is a beautiful memorial video, (www.davisfuneralservices.com).
In June of 2014, my brother, Roy and I went to pay our respects to his gravesite, and as we spoke a few words, all the planes coming in for a landing and taking off from McCarran Airport,flew directly atop his gravesite, the shadows of those planes landing into the airport, covered his beautiful spot. I was told that when he knew his time was near, he and his brother, Daryl picked where he would be laid to rest, he did well. I think it was like him, to have what he wished, even after his demise. Those planes flying directly over his gravesite, it was so beautiful, for Vegas was his town, he loved it. As much as he loved the mountains, the scenic country life he loved Vegas as well. And he turned his life over to God, I am happy he did.
As I flew out of Vegas a few days later on an evening flight, I looked down to the spot where I knew he was laid to rest, blew a kiss, and said my good byes. I would hope in my heart he knew we came to pay our respects and memories. I felt his presence in a small way, as I spoke quietly to him.
Kenney lived his life as he loved it.
He shall be remembered for his smile, his laughter, and his courage by so many, especially by this one. I'll cherish his cards, letters and poems from him to me, during our marriages and after. And those big warm bear like hugs he gave.
His love and memory will remain in our hearts (and I know mine) for always.
God Bless you Kenny, memories we can never forget, they are what life is, cherished forever and ever, misty watered colored memories, of the way we were. Rest in peace Kenny, you did well honey. ( Linda )
Family Members
Sponsored by Ancestry
Advertisement
Advertisement
