In loving memory
In loving memory of our son, Kevin Nicholas Kuhn, whose spirit has opened up realities beyond our imaginings, made the afterlife a certainty and taught us that love not only transcends death but continues to grow across the veil…
Kevin's greatest joy was being a dad. His son Mason could almost always be found on his shoulders. When Kevin was a boy and then a teenager, it was an iguana that occupied his shoulders, first Smeagle and then Blurn. Kevin’s room as a boy was home to blue gil and alligator lizards, newts, hamsters and rats…and of course our dog Baggins slept on his bed each night.
Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit, were Kevin’s favorite books. He found much meaning for life in their pages and almost all of his animals were named for the characters. Kevin loved playing video games and felt at home in the worlds that the games invited him into. He had an ability to focus his mind deeply. He was good at chess and at writing stories and loved to talk about profound subjects, such as multiple universes and life on other planets. He was quietly and deeply spiritual.
Kevin began a battle with addiction at the age of 14 and lost the war on March 23, 2012. He left his son, his wife, his brother, his sister, his mom and dad, his grandparents and aunts and uncles and many friends.
Kevin loved to be there for those who needed someone to listen. He was always sensitive to the person in the room who was feeling lonely and would make sure he talked with them and helped them feel comfortable. He was ahead of his family in his knowing and seeing of realities and dimensions beyond what most perceive. Immediately following his passing, his spirit taught us that there is much more to reality than we think.
On his headstone we engraved this quote from Lord of the Rings…
“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.” – JRR Tolkien
If Kevin’s spirit could share a wisdom from his short life, I believe it would be to give everyone a chance, to see the good in each person and each critter, and know that sometimes in the humblest of lives and the smallest of packages are the biggest of spirits and Gold, pure gold.
In memory of Kevin:
Invictus: The Unconquerable
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
— William Ernest Henley