The son of my brother, a man fully grown,
the father of Kyle and Forrest, now gone.
The husband of Debbie, a fireman, a friend,
a man who would never give up or give in.

He loved and was loved by so many it seems,
that his dying was senseless, the breaking of dreams.
A warrior has fallen, taken too soon,
taken so quickly it makes my head swoon.
 
The questions are asked but the answers aren't there.
Why Forrest? Why Kevin? Why now? It's not fair!
It's impossible to decipher God's grander plan,
just wait there for Forrest, he'll need your strong hand.

Kevin we love you and miss you so much,
I regret not keeping in much closer touch.
The last words we spoke will stay fresh in my mind,
sleep gently young hero, you were doing just fine.
 
By Jay Printz
May 1998

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