Kevin Crook Obituary

Kevin was here when I was born. He was already his own person and I was just the baby sister who wanted to tag-a-long. Always.
We were raised under the same roof. We watched the same television. As we got older, we played with the kids of our neighbors, but we weren't so very close. We were different people. Kevin was outgoing and seemed capable of accomplishing each thing he tried. As we grew up we went our separate ways.

Still, the bond of family is like a quilt. Each quilt square is stitched together on their own merit. When joined together by our memories, it becomes something beautiful. Kevin's name was written into the chapters of my life before I was born. Even when we weren't on the same page throughout the book, his story was there. And his story will still go own in the family he has created. I respect his story and my memories will give me comfort.







Losing my brother Kevin is a loss of a childhood and the ache in my heart for the loss of someone who was always there from my birth.