ForeverMissed

  

This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, G. Kirk Strong, 73, born on July 22, 1938 and passed away on September 27, 2011. We will remember him forever. 

Please Join Us. You are invited to add stories, quips,  fond memories,  pictures, songs, etcetera,  to this e-legacy. 

Thank you so much for taking the time to share.  Every story is important.  There was so much to Kirk,  his grandschildren will appreciate how amazing a man he was through our stories and photos.  How could any one person describe all there was of this talented, intelligent, kind inidividual? We each knew him in our own personal way. 

If you have any problems accessing or uploading,  feel free to contact me at my email kmceowen@live.com .  I will be happy to help you anyway i can .   

Kate,  

(family friend)

 

 

Posted by Kate Mceowen on October 14, 2011
Words from Tracy Soto, his sister, can be found in his life story section.  Sorry that it did not fit here.
It was a lovely eulogy. Kirk would have felt honored.

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Posted by Kate Mceowen on October 14, 2011
Words from Tracy Soto, his sister, can be found in his life story section.  Sorry that it did not fit here.
It was a lovely eulogy. Kirk would have felt honored.
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Gone from my sight

Shared by Tracy Soto on September 27, 2012

Kirk is gone from our sight but not from our hearts...he will be there on the other shore to greet us with joy when it is our turn for our ship to sail...Miss you and love you...Tracy

Gone From My Sight

I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white
sails to the morning breeze and starts
for the blue ocean.

She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come
to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says;
"There, she is gone!"

"Gone where?"

Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull
and spar as she was when she left my side
and she is just as able to bear her
load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.

And just at the moment when someone
at my side says, "There, she is gone!"
There are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad
shout;
"Here she comes!"
And that is dying.

by Henry Van Dyke, a 19th Century clergyman, educator, poet, and religious writer

Too late

Shared by Bob Bunck on March 17, 2012

I've been looking for Kirk for 40 years to thank him for his help during my army "experience" during the Vietnam war.  We worked together then at IBM.  Long story.  Wonderful person - good friend.  So, this is the only way I can say "Thank you from my heart, Kirk".