A Tribute to
Kyle James Yothers
Even as the days pass, the void within still seems to grow. My heart feels as though its strength falters while longing for the warmth that is my son. In all my most vivid of dreams has there ever been such a remarkable sensation to hold and possess such a thing. The words "My Son" and "My Child" rolling from my lips send my emotions to the depths of my soul. I can recount endless moments in the 3 weeks of my life that included him that would provide the remainder of my life with joy. The explosion and brilliance of his soul within mine leaves me with an ever higher peak on the mountain that I would never find the summit. He has the beauty that I see in my wife, he has the hope I see in my daughter, he has the strength I can feel in my arms, and he has the joy that I hoped to obtain.
During his short life I have asked my God for help. I explained to him the great love I have for Kyle that he might leave him in my care so I might show him how to love. Let him feel the great love from his sister, and the profound love from his mother. I prayed daily, nightly, and through every drop of tear when I would see Kyle. And as the drama unfolded before my eyes, and the tragedy played itself out, I am left with a final realization that God did answer at least one of my prayers. The prayer for peace. Give him peace. Take from me whatever you need but give my son peace.
I have no answers, only questions. As I continue to fumble along while night passes day, the enormous waves of helping hands, and comforting embraces abides the storm I travel in. I do not question the strand of life and why it was so short, or why God decided he wanted Kyle more than I. I know why God wanted him more than I. He was love. Kyle reminded me that there is no shame in love, and that I should share that love with as many as I can. He is my permanent reminder, love is to be shared. Maybe this was Gods way.
I am reminded of great love through everyone that Kyle has touched. Physically, mentally, and spiritually. I tribute this page to Kyle, and to the wondrous spirits that joined with him on his parting. This is a tribute to everyone of you who promised us a hand, whether we used it or not, it meant so very much to us. I am aghast at the outpouring we have received. And I look upon my co-workers with a new lens that seems to be much clearer and less cloudy. I stand within the well looking up for help, and become astounded by the number of hands sent to me. Praise and thanks to all of you. There could never be enough thank you, there could never be enough praise to all of you whom have flocked unprovoked to mine, and my family's side in our time of need.
My love shared to you,
without restraint,
& unyielding.
James Albert Yothers
& Family
Links of Kyle |
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Presided by Pastor Jeff Krogstad
Buzz Stiles
Gary Gunderson
Paul Gunderson
Steve Gunderson
Respect paid and Dedicated to Kyle by: |
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Kjerste Rae Gunderson Dr Greg Wright |
Pamela Eickstadt |
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