KYLE ROY WAS A CARING, LOVING SON AND LIVED LIFE TO THE FULLEST. HE LOVED HIS FAMILY AND HIS FRIENDS. HE LOVED PLAYING SPORTS AND WAS VERY COMPETATIVE. HE LOVED HIS GRANDPA AND GRANDMA AND NOW HE IS WITH THEM BOTH.
Juli 8, 1976
AS A LITTLE ONE HE WAS A LITTLE TERROR, ALWAYS INTO EVERYTHING. HE LOCKED HIS SISTER IN A SUITCASE, JUMPED DOWN FROM A SLIDE, INSTEAD OF SLIDING AND OF COURSE GOT STITCHES. HE GOT STUCK IN MY CLOTHS SHOOT AND I THOUGHT I WOULD HAVE TO CALL THE POLICE TO HELP ME, BUT FINALLY GOT HIM OUT.
December 12, 1977
ONE DAY JUST BEFORE CHRISTMASS HE BURNT BOTH HIS HANDS ON A STOVE OVER A NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE WHILE UNDER HIS FATHER'S CARE, AND COULDN'T EVEN OPEN HIS CHRISTMASS GIFTS. HE WAS A LITTLE DARE DEVIL, HAD NO FEAR.....