I remember a quarter of a century ago, heading out to find just the right Christmas tree for our home in Monterey, CA...Dad and I walked with Brian, Blair, Lindsay and little Kevin through rows of trees to find just the perfect one. With the tree standing against the house, a fire in the fireplace and nearly everyone happy, I hopped into the old footed bathtub for a relaxing bath after such an adventure. Within the hour, Dad and I were racing to the Ft. Ord Hospital...Kyle wanted to be part of Christmas that year and didn't want to miss a thing. With two of the most happy and breathless parents , he arrived before the doctor had both gloves on...and it's been that way ever since. It's been a fast ride these last 25 years too, but it has been wonderful. You are a wonderful man, Kyle - son, brother, uncle, cousin, husband and soldier - I love you dearly honey and am very proud of you. Mass was for you and your Dad today - stay safe and come home soon. Loveyoumissyoumost, Mother Superior