Kevin was obsessive, compulsively so
and would sometimes anger when things didn’t go
the way he liked, would bite with sarcasm,
poke at his wife, but this was his worst.
Even though he’d say that when he met
my sister, he was a drugged-up mess,
from the beginning none of us saw this.
What we saw was a man who just stepped up,
who took on a household and three children,
none of which were his, and he raised them
and loved them and extended that bounty
and welcome to grand and great-grandkids alike.
He loved large, was loved for kindness and laughter;
this is how we’ll remember him after.
michael jarmer 