Kirk Anthony Rogers

I am so sorry for your hurting hearts.
Kirk and I were Holly Hills "besties" even before kindergarten. Even then, he possessed a charged, positive personality and held a magnetic draw on other creative people. At this age, we took our wagons and "ran away from home." By the time it was growing dark, we were exploring the dangerous, newly excavated basements of nearby homes under construction. The headlights of my dad's truck were such a welcome sight! Through thick and thin and many years, we stayed in touch. That I had such a friend is one of life's true treasures. So many people will miss Kirk. He was a gift.

Sending our deepest condolences to your family. He sounds like a great dad, and adventurous as all get out. Jenny I see where it comes fromlove and hugs, Sundi and Kerry

Kirk and Sherry were the King (football star) and Queen (homecoming queen) sweethearts of Cherry Creek high school.
They continued to be always well- loved in college at University of Colorado.
A standout. Extraordinary and ahead of his time, in ways good, and also with problems too many face in our world today, Kirk has reportedly lived with continued compassion and productivity through his art and attitude no matter what became his circumstances. If we could all leave a similar legacy!!!

Coal Creek

A Brother

We were brothers. Writing a short reflection that covers a lifetime or "try and catch the wind" - same thing. We were close especially since he moved to Aztec, but not always. My job since we were toddlers in a sandbox in Austin was to "watch out for your brother". I learned it´s never too late, even after the falls when the road ahead is impossible to follow. Kirk taught me the path of love is always there, even if you don´t see it. He´s the only person I knew that could see Jesus in the heart of a flower. And now the journey ends, and the why and how are a memory, a "Box of Rain".
Such a long long time to be gone
And a short time to be there.

Kirk, my Brother-in-law was a gentle giant. He expressed himself daily with his colorful art, traces of paint all over his apron and shoes. He was a teacher, philosopher, comedian and friend to so many. I´ll never forget Kirk´s smile and the joy he wished others.

We were brothers. Writing a short reflection that covers a lifetime or "try and catch the wind" - same thing. We were close especially since he moved to Aztec, but not always. My job since we were toddlers in a sandbox in Austin was to "watch out for your brother". I learned it´s never too late, even after the falls when the road ahead is impossible to follow. Kirk taught me the path of love is always there, even if you don´t see it. He´s the only person I knew that could see Jesus in the heart of a flower. And now the journey ends, and the why and how are a memory, a "Box of Rain".
Such a long long time to be gone
And a short time to be there.