
Kevin Kirby passed away on Christmas day last year, at the all-too-young age of 42.
He was a great guy, extremely smart and with a wicked sense of humor. We were going to get together at our house for the annual Dr. Who Christmas special, and got the horrible call from his brother John just an hour before we were to kick things off.
What hell that evening was.
Of course, the gathering was all but called off, but after consulting with each other, we decided we would get together after all. There was no joy in it though. We had to do something, and we all agreed, as much as anything, we needed to be around each other. It was, maybe, the first wake for our friend and brother. We got to share what comfort between us we could, and help each other start to deal with our loss.
It’s a year later, and the latest installment of the Dr Who Christmas Specials is set to be shown to a select crowd. A few, including Kevin’s brother John, are now living too far away to make it to this gathering. But the biggest absence will still be Kevin, because unlike the others, there is no chance he’ll gather with us again.
That’s maybe an odd way to put my feelings.
Maybe I should just say this.
Kevin Kirby – You were a great friend. We will always miss you.
More reflections on Kevin’s passing here.
PS. There were other more serious pictures of Kevin, but, knowing him, he would have yelled at me for posting the more serious stuff. Plus… He liked cake! 😉