Kyle Douglas Reese

A toast to Kyle who sailed on

Out on the tide where the old ships roam,
Kyle found offshore a second home,
Salt in his hair, sun on his sleeve,
His crispy humor overriding grieve.

One day he just crashed in my life,
Crackling warm and full of laugh,
Racing in a cart through the Prairie,
A priceless day rich in my memory.

Did Kyle treat each day like a seaside dare,
Skipping stones with reckless flair?
Why did the storm strike at the bow?
Now he´s charting a quieter sea, yow.

I want all the antique lights to glow,
No room for regrets or sorrow,
Let all the bluets and forget-me-nots,
Revive Kyle´s spirit in Morgan´s Point.

I will miss his wit, his steady light,
His knack for making wrongs feel right,
But somewhere past the ocean´s blue,
He´s cracking jokes are sailing through.

I wish our path crossed before.
Camille

Kyle was loved by my office. He was sweet and humorous and known to sneak out the door with multiple chocolate candy bars in his pocket! He will be missed.

You were a good friend. So glad my vey old house led me to your knowledge, your kindness and your unbelievable way to look at life. You made my life better. I hope you would say that about me (without laughing) Mary