He was a great Papa Kirk, husband, brother, uncle, stepfather, grandfather, friend, teacher, and writer. We were all touched and blessed with his poems and writings over the years. Kirk was a prolific writer, journaling nearly every day throughout his life, and as evidenced by the stacks and stacks of notebooks. We wanted to share a poem he wrote in 2012 to the love of his life, his wife Michal. Titled, Alive at Sixty-Five and How Time is a river we can stand in, but never in the same time or river, As it flows to the sea, to the end, And we can ride the river till the end, Enjoying the passing scene without ever knowing where it will end, Or when, But in the meantime, As long as we ride the river together it will be sweet trip indeed. And we will, together, watch the grandkids grow up And the kids grow old even as we grow older And enjoy that too, me and you. Sita and Papa Kirk, together these last 16 years, From Tara and Ryan to Riversong, and who knows where, But again, together, Celebrating these passing years, And though you are older, I'm trying to catch up, Getting closer every year And definitely looking older than you, But you always were the beautiful one And still are. So, take my hand, and together we will ride the river To the end. Sharing Loving Living out our lives Together. Kirk Out We will carry our memories of you in our hearts forever. Until we see you again.