i am sitting here, thinking...drifting out to sea, alone warmed by the fire that i made...not long ago. on december 26th, 2003 kim was sitting on the floor to my left, about 4 feet away....he was sitting beside me....the fire was burning then to. trivial...iam finally on line, finally.....however, you, my dear brother are not. so many quiet reflective moments spent together, do you remember?.....we were kings when we were together.....kings; dark and furious....absurd paladins of the universe, in our strange, twisted, ironic, truly fantastic world! cheers my dear, dear friend, we shall meet again at the tin shed...the tin shed, the meeting place for all things, our summer palace poised in the dunes of a timeless desert, an unfettered place, a clear place,{clarity}....good words...good advice. you left me w/ a lot of writing to do. a lot of dark, and meandering roads to walk.
watch over sahara kim for me..........i love you old man, my little brother.......................scrap

Both Sean and Kim, my cousins, were closer to me than my brothers ever were. I could actually have long and deep conversations with both of them and later... much much later, we laughed and laughed and laughed whenever we got together.

There was just something about the humour of Sean and Kim together that was hilariously funny. I still recall the night we went out in Victoria, 1992 to Harper's for live music, were happily drunk and for some reason kept talking about "Shoes" with a french accent.

Hello,

Kim was my cousin. I only found out about his death a few months ago and I still find it hard to think about. I woke up a short time ago from a dream I had with him in it. When I work up - I cried when I remembered he was no longer with us. I have tried in vain to try and put together a letter for his mom and Sean... But words completely fail me. Thank you for making this memorial to Kim.

Bless you.
Meaghan

Finding myself needing to work, but unable to for no reason, I started the ultimate modern day geek procrastination: Surfing the internet. I didn't get very far though. This was my second stop. Every week or so I check on my websites, which for the most part, do nothing. This site is not much different except that there are a few people out there that actually surprise me by posting something. Bubba being the most recent person to catch me off guard by simply posting something weeks after anyone else posted. So, to Bubba, my apologies for getting your piece online very slowly.

Shall I write about isle'o'gorbit? His sidekick that knew calculus? Shall I write about funny messages on the answering machine ( crisco oil anyone?? )

I can not pretend that I knew Boon well.

Perhaps that why it has taken me so long to write something down. Is it that I want the thought to be perfect? To be "appropriate"? Perhaps. Who knows how the psyche of the human being works.
But the thoughts and memories that I have of Boon are fun.

We spend our lives wondering about where we are going, what lies ahead of us. Boon, you have a closer tie with me than you will ever know. Take care to all.

The following entry is the eulogy that Seann gave at the church in Dunham.

My brother and I were very close in Life. He was and is still my best friend. He was always there for me. He was one of the very best human beings that I have ever known. I have had the privilege of being his brother for the last 33 years. I have been a truly lucky man!

He was the epitome of goodness: A beggar once asked him for a little change and Kim instead bought him a meal and ended up just talking with him for the afternoon.

A couple of months have passed since the day when my Dad called to tell me about Kim. In reality, it was my answering machine that gave me the message, as I missed the call by only a couple of minutes. That moment in time is perfectly clear. There was no need to listen to the message twice. Who would want to.

Months before, Kim had asked me to help him with his website. After much delay we finally got together and put up this site. Kim made a few entries in it of his own.

When I first started working on the site again in January, I wanted something on it that Kim and I had shared. Not something big, or amazing, or something daringly stupid that we might have done years ago, but something special.

It has been years since I had seen him, almost a lifetime has passed, when I heard of Kim's death. It shocked me, shocked me more than anyone will ever know. I was no different from all the others, those that saw something amazing in those eyes and that smile - in that spirit. Childhood friends we may have been, but nothing more...

I didn’t really know Kim. But I wish I had.

Kim and I shared the same circle of friends, but we were always in different parts of the circle. By the time I was close to these guys Kim had moved to BC, and whenever he visited I always happened to be elsewhere. His name would come up from time to time, always referred to in a slightly different tone, almost of reverence, amongst the gang. On some level, consciously or otherwise, they knew he was different, special.

I cried when you left
Your memories
Your Spirit
Are in my head
I cried trying to remember You

I don't cry anymore

I smile at the memories
And look back in pride
That you are my friend

Love Nadim