Will you comfort me in my time of need?
Can you take away the pain of hurtful deeds?
Cause I will come for you when my days are through
And let your smile just off and carry me —Ryan Adams
It's been several months since our Kirby passed. Soon after he died, baby Evan came on the scene and things have changed so rapidly. It's almost like we're a different family than we were this time last year. But I suppose that's life, right? A Hericletian state of flux.
We haven't forgotten Kirby, by any stretch. I keep intending to write something suitable here for him. Given that so much of his life with us is documented here, it doesn't seem right to let his epitaph be a few short tweets. So maybe someday soon, I'll write something a little longer. But for now, just know that we gave Kirby what we could in his too-short stay with us, but what we got in return was immeasurable.
Edison still asks about his fluffy buddy. The other day he asked "Daddy, where's Kirby's tail?" Kirby's tail is sleeping, son.