I met Kyle in the mid-‘80s when my daughter Cedar Lewis started going to Community Preschool on Leverett and Judi was its director, so I guess I knew Kyle for most of his life. We didn’t hang out, but when we did have chances to visit at his parents’ house or at meetings, there was a good, heartwarming connection between us. I had not seen Kyle in a very long time, possibly since Judi’s memorial service. I didn’t know he was suffering so badly. My son Zane said Kyle had reached out for prayers on Facebook. How else could he do so during this pandemic isolation and distancing? I wish I’d known he’d reached out. His mom Judi and I were good friends, walking buddies, and we often hashed through our worries about our kids and let each other talk things through. Judi loved Kyle so much, but she couldn’t take away his physical illness or his other challenges. She did what all of us parents and aunts and uncles and siblings and friends do, love them to the best of our abilities and try to help when we can and if we are allowed. Kyle, you sweet man who always looked at me with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes, may you Rest In Peace with your mama, who I know you are with now.