Ken Clark, President & CEO

Why I Do What I Do

Why I Do What I Do

It was a cool autumn day in the New England town of Framingham. The sun was shining brightly through the bare trees that had shed their beautifully covered leaves. Piles of leaves were still on the ground that 19 th day of November, 1969.

The family of seven were busy going about their day. Dottie, as she was known to her family, Doris as she was known to her friends, the mother, had the day off from work at Children’s Hospital where she was a Private Duty Nurse who cared for terminally ill children. That day she was doing some Christmas shopping in New Hampshire with her friend Kitty. Bill, the father, was busy at work as an electrical engineer at a major company. Their twin daughters, Patty and Paula were in school, as was their 14- year-old son. The oldest kids, Donna and Bill Jr., were both away at college. The whole family was looking forward to being together for Thanksgiving.

The 14 year-old came home from school. It was an ordinary day and Nana & Grandpa greeted him. That did not seem unusual to him, because they often came out to help with ironing and preparing a meal. Then Uncle Phil and Aunt Sheila arrived.

A short time later, a big black shiny sedan pulled up to the house, and out came Bill, their father, with two men - one on each arm.

Bill took the twins and their 14-year-old brother into another room. He sat the twins on his bed, the brother standing, to have a talk with them. Trying to be strong, but crying, he told them that their mother had been killed in a car accident that morning.

You see, that 14-year-old boy was me, and I knew then that life would never be the same. In fact, as I look back, that was the day that I knew I was no longer a boy, but became a man.

I remember the ride in the Limo to the cemetary as if it was yesterday. My mom, Dottie, was so well loved, that the wake ended up being two days long with lines of people coming to pay their respects from as far away as Canada. My mom was only 44 and there were no plans in place that assumed she would die so young.

With five kids, and two in college, my dad remarried quickly. My step-mom could never replace my mom and I ended up moving out of the house at a young age and joined the Navy after high school. That is why I am so passionate about this business - Life Insurance would never ever replace my dear mom, but it could have bought time; time to grieve, time to heal and time to make choices for the all right reasons. We want to help you protect what matters most.