This is my love for my brother:
My Brother, my precious brother. I'm the next one in line who is the younger of his ten siblings. Kirb and I had an anything you can do, I can do better relationship. In later years his wife Joyce was the go between. Just recently, Joyce reminded me that you don't kill the messenger. Our beloved Seahawks, to her, were the Chicken Hawks and/or the Sea Gulls. Our beloved Mariners were the Gobbies and/or the Swabbies.
Kirb was a kind, gentle guy with an easy, gentle sense of humor and he never took himself seriously. Joyce and I both felt the loving zingers and we chuckled with him.
Kirb was our mom's little bundle of love and the apple of her eye. He was raised by Mom's Christian way as well as his three older doting sisters. Now he has joined the choir of angles and is cuddled in the arms of our sweet Savior. May you forever be at peace. I will see you again. Your sis Susie.
In the early 60's I had the opportunity and pleasure of working with Kirby. We were working in forest products and long distance trucking together. Kirby and I were friends as well as having friends and family in common. He was a fast learner and a dedicated worker and partner. I got to know Kirby, his family, and his deep love for his family.
Kirby had a passion for hot cars and was a drag racer. Also, he learned a lot about auto mechanics which made him a mentor and hero to the youngsters. We were more than just brother-in-laws, as he was a dear friend. See you down the road Kirby. Garland##imported-begin##Sue and Garland Hill##imported-end##
