Kirk Anthony Rogers

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.