Kirk was born on June 28, 1970 and on November 20 he passed away at the age of 39. Kirk spent a lot of time with his brothers. Playing as a kid, growing up, getting into arguments, you know the things that brothers do. Like most people, Kirk had his share of problems but that didn’t stop him from being there if he was needed.
I remember when Kirk was about two years old, I convinced him that his name was Sam. His Mother was highly upset with me and it took her several weeks for her to convince him that his name wasn’t Sam. It must of made an impression on him because a short time later they got a cat and Kirk wanted to name it Sam. Well Sam it was.
Kirk loved to fish, everytime I would travel to Florida for a visit, Kirk always wanted to know when I was ready to go fishing. The last time we went fishing, one of my sons caugt a small hammer-head. Kirk took a picture of him with the hammer-head. After words we threw it back in the water.
Part of my life growing up was spent around Kirk and his brothers. I watched them play as kids, and grow up into adults. They have been many prayers said over the past few weeks asking God to watch over Kirk and to help him through this difficult time. Well I guess God felt Kirk had suffered enough and thought it was time for Kirk to come home. There is a special place for Kirk in all of our hearts because in some way shape or form he has touched all of us. Kirk may have been my Nephew, but he was also a friend and to have a family member who is also a friend is something a lot of people can’t claim.