Kirk Thompson - the Crow RIP

I have thought about Kirk all day today.  So, I found myself here unsure of why I am posting something when I am not sure if I have anything to say.  I remember a lot of things, like how soft and soothing his voice could be or how attentively he could listen to me ramble.  I also remember when I would call how excited he would be to hear from me.  But what struck me the most was that Kirk was never comfortable in the world, he had a body built like a warrior but his heart and soul was too soft and unprotected to weather this world.  He hid all his life until he had surgery, and that gave him the strength he needed to come out into the world for a little while and he found his niche in helping people.  When he lost his job and that was taken away he lost not only his purpose but his strength for the world.  I am not so sure that everyone gave back to him in the manner that we all should have.  If we did, maybe we could have saved him. 

I believe in his next life he will have strength and the body to show the world.  He only had a small window of life; I can’t make sense of it.  I will never understand.  I will never forget Kirk; he introduced me to my husband and inducted me into the ornery friends club.  And ornery he was.  The ladies loved it when he let down that beautiful hair.  Till I see you again my friend, know that I miss you and I am sorry that when I realized you needed help, I didn’t save you like you helped save me.  I’m sorry, please forgive me. Love, Cheryl