It has been a horrible few days. My oldest brother had a major stroke on wednesday evening. At first things seemed okay but it went into a bleeding stroke, and it was inoperable. He died today, at 56 years old. It has been traumatizing for my family, as this came out of nowhere.
Today I have reflected upon some memories I have of him. For one, he was a brilliant musician. He was a Percussionist Extraordinaire. He was a Professor of Music. Music was the love of his life.
I grew up being around symphonies, and was always so bored by them. But it was because of that, that ultimately instilled in me a love of music. It was because of him, that I had an amazing piano teacher for so many years. He never settled for anything other than the best.
He was writing and illustrating a book all about drumming, and it was in the final editing stage. He was co-authoring the book with one of his good friends. That book will now be dedicated to him.
We had such a large age difference that I didn't know him too well. By the time I was a toddler, he was off at college. I wish I could have known him better. But I know I will see him again someday.
Kirk Sharp
1956-2012
4 comments:
Kristy,
I am so sorry for your loss. You are in my prayers.
Hugs,
Cindy Cade
I'm so sorry for your loss, Kristy. He sounds like he was a wonderful man. My thoughts are with you.
Oh Kristy, I'm so sorry for your loss. Wish I could give you a hug.
Kristy, I have thought of you so often over the years and stumbled upon your blog address in an old post you made. So sorry to hear about your brother. Looks like you haven't updated your blog for a while--probably still in shock and grief. How are Gillian and Aiden. He must be a man by now.
Would love to chat with you sometime. My phone number is the same, but I don't have yours anymore. Hugs, Sheryl
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