This is the third day since I found out Kim is gone. Each day I wake up thinking of him and go to bed wondering how things could turn out this way.

I go to work and hold the tears back until I get home. Everything on this site is true. Kim was a poet, a philosopher, a gentleman but most importantly, he was a good person.

Sounds simple but the latter was the most important to me. He was the goodness you smell when the wind blows the fragrance of the beach in the evening on a summer day. He was the goodness of seeing the large fir branch outlined by a setting sun. He was the goodness of feeling the spray of the waves as they come towards the beach from a seemingly endless ocean. He had a purity of goodness that is I see less of in this world.

Every time I look at nature, I see Kim. Every time I see the simple goodness that nature provides, I remember Kim.

I have children now Kim and I will do my best to teach them the goodness you taught me. As they grow I will take them to the beach to feel the waves and to the forest to see the old trees.

I will tell them about you and the honor it was to have known you.

Robert

It has been buggy me now for three years and 4 months... roughly. Why did you want me to listen to 'Welcome to the Machine' more carefully? Everytime I hear the song I try to read something into it, but can't figure out what 'what' is.

Had a couple of beer for you tonight! Not Guiness, but it will just have to do.

I too came upon this site randomly researching a title for piece of work that I am doing. How wonderful to keep a persons memory alive in this fashion. I send my condolences to whoever are in grief by the loss of this young poet.

However bold it seems, my curiosity is lingered by this sites content; "and I wonder who Kim was? How he got robbed of this worthy life? Does anybody know his story well? Would they be interested in sharing; I would be a soothing ear and patient listener.

I came upon this website purely by accident, or maybe by fate....I don't know which.
I didn't know Kim, nor did I know anyone he knew......however, reading this site has truely touched my heart......Kim, I am sure was a wonderful person who obviously had wonderful people in his life who loved and still do love him dearly......I am sure he is looking down at all of you with nothing but love and pride......my prayers and thoughts are with each of you as well as with Kim.

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

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.

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

Images, thoughts keep repeating in my mind. I live in a world that seems surreal right now because the world I've known for the last five years is one in which he exists. It is hard to reconstruct my reality to the point that I no longer hear the phone ring and think it might be him. Somehow, getting these words out helped - though I know they are hard, hard, hard.

Today I received a copy of the obituary for Kim, from his hometown local paper. Kim's Dad was left with the task of having to put into words, what could possibly be a parents worst nightmare.

I read the column. I looked at the picture and read the column again.

And yet, I still sit behind my computer and expect an instant message to pop out at me from Kim, with some "just for fun" jab, or an obscure reference to something we did together with Seann years ago.

Now that I have read the column, perhaps you would like to read it also: