I have memories as far back as 2nd grade with kyle. I was always jealous of how tall he was and the advantage it gave him in most sports. I never got closer to him than saying hi in the halls of school but none the less when we saw each other we always said hello.
The last time I had the pleasure of seeing your son was summer of '02, I believe in Carson City Nevada. We were at the same baseball tournament nearly 1,500 miles away from home, the last place I had expected to see someone running over towards me calling out my name. I was was both shocked and pleasantly surprised, I mean so far from home--think of the odds. We talked for a few minutes, pretty much just enough to find out that his team was doing much better than mine. We said our goodbyes and went off to our next games.
Now I think back to playing football with Matt, Eric, Nick Questad, Nate Mass, and of course your son Kyle. It's so hard to believe that only four of the six kids not even in junior high at the time would go on to live to see 23 years of age. I can only hope you are able to find a way to love him in memory and live life the way he would have wanted you to. You have two angels smiling down at you every day, both proud of the positive things you've done and the compassionate words you've shared for both friends of late. R.I.P. Kyle & Eric
Woodinville, WA - Saturday, February 2, 2008
Originally posted at www.caringbridge.org/wa/kylecharvat