My friend Kirby passed away this week. You would have liked Kirby. He was the type of person who never knew a stranger. Within minutes of meeting him, you would have felt like you knew him a lifetime. He was a practical joker, with a heart of gold.
I first met Kirby when Brady was in 5th grade. Brady and Kirby’s son, Jordan, were in the same class at school and on the same sports teams. As happens in many small towns, where the school is still the center of the social life, we parents formed a tight little group of supporters, cheering on our children. We ate together before games…and celebrated after games, too! We were always welcomed in each other’s homes. For eight years, we shared the highs and lows of our lives together.
And then it happened…as it often does. Graduation day came and the boys went their separate ways. Some were off to college. Others entered the military. And still others went directly into the world of work. Our children matured and developed different interests. And as we parents slipped into a new role, we slowly went our own separate ways, no longer connected by the bond we once shared.
After the boys graduated, I never saw Kirby again until a few months ago. It was at the gas station. We shared a hug, and reminisced about the “old days”. I promised to get the “gang” back together. I asked about Jordan, and Kirby asked about Brady. I asked what his wife, Sharon, was doing these days, and he asked if Kim was still working at the railroad. He was the same Kirby, ornery as ever. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, we wished each other a Merry Christmas and drove off in opposite directions. If I could have foreseen what was going to happen in a few short months, I would have called the old gang up that very evening and planned a potluck dinner. But I didn’t. I had Design Team cards to make and Dog Show things to do. In my new life, I did not make room for the past. How I regret not making those calls…
My friend Kirby passed away this week. He is the first parent of the group to leave us, and his passing has had a profound effect upon all of the boys. It has had a profound effect on all of the parents. It has had a profound effect on me. His passing reminded me that it is our friends who enrich our lives…and one should never lose sight of that fact.
My friend Kirby passed away this week…and I am sad…
























