Friday, July 3, 2020
A strong man, a kind friend, a good son, a caring father, a devoted husband, a protective brother.
When I was 11, I fell while climbing a tree in the back woods. I woke up as my Mom was screaming for Kip to come and help pick me up and carry me. He came running. Fearing an unknown injury, a broken rib or worse, my Mom kept saying to be careful. He picked me up and carried me, swiftly, gently, safely. And I recovered, bruised but not broken.
Throughout his life, whenever others needed him, Kip was always there - swiftly, gently, safely.
We are so grateful to have had you in our lives Kip.
You will be missed.
Rest In Peace Brother.
