We were saddened to lose our cousin Jerry Kirby to a long battle with cancer this past weekend.
He and I were the only boy cousins in our generation so I have many memories, good memories, from our childhood. We played "Cowboys and Indians" and "Cops and Robbers" together for hours upon hours; we tried to sing like the Beatles with mops and broom handles for mikes; he was faithful to bring me my homework when we were in 6th grade together while I was sick in bed for about four months; he let me shoot his B-B gun since my parents would not buy me one; he stood up for me when the bullies came around; good memories that make you wish we did not have to grow up, but life goes on...
Many years have past since then, but I am glad we got to see Jerry several times over the past few years; at Christmas Eve parties at cousin Judy's; at birthday parties for my mom and dad. We are sad to see him leave us at such a young age. It reminds me once again that we are only on earth for a short time. We hope to see Jerry again in Heaven some day along with his mother, my Aunt Emily and so many others who have gone before us.
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