Our little piece of KC

There’s nothing I can say about KC that all of you don’t already know. I didn’t know him as well or as long as most of you, I missed out. But it didn’t take knowing KC for a long time to “get” KC.

I only had the pleasure of spending time with him when he came to visit CT with my sister, Sarah. I’ll never forget the hours he spent with our kids’ EyeClops this past Christmas trying to magnify the most disgusting kid-friendly body parts, scars and objects he could find. Or he and our uncle with their R/C helicopter lessons and subsequent battles. Or how good and patient he was with my son Garrett, or the other 3 kids for that matter, whenever he came to the house. Or how excited he was to be attending that Patriots game and the hours we laughed and listened to him tell tales while tailgating with Sarah, my brother, my parents and I.

I know he meant the world to Sarah, how happy he made her and how lucky they each were to find each other.

The length and breadth of those he touched, and made an impression upon, is a true testament to what kind of guy he was. I’m thankful that he was a part of our lives.