The light Kit lit

My time knowing Kit was short, but the memories of her will last me.

On one silver evening she lit our house with her presence and brought laughter and joy along for the ride. The room was warmed with her stories past and created one for the present. In a single moment she blew in and it was as if she had always been there, maybe she always was.

The moment was music and laughter, hot food and strong drink. Friends and feast, improper stories, and improbable lies … Her needle danced and pierced the cloth from which our memories are sewn and wove her joyous thread deeply into it. She pressed her indelible mark on a moment in time, and gave us an evening steeped in grace.

She slipped out and left me with a hug, a kiss, a goose and a little piece of her perfect heart … and I’m a happier man for it.

Kit and Bun are a matched pair, fire and phoenix, sister stars. The light shines bright in those two.

So let the fires burn and the stories roll, remember the light that was Kit and how brightly she glowed.

Some lights just never go out.

Trevor Irvin
Atlanta, Georgia

Our Kit

A twinkle in her eye.....a smile that can melt a glacier.....a mischievous giggle and if you are lucky, a pinch on the bunz or a tickle......

Gosh I was hoping to see you again.....maybe I will some day

Tom Briggs